O plimbare cu tine sub cer deschis
În timp ce drumul nostru de mai jos sa bazează pe stimă

Când mă privești cu ochii tăi de Egee
Simt căldura ta îmi influențează visele

Un sfert de secundă a fost tot ce a fost nevoie
Să știu că nu aș fi niciodată la fel

Începând această călătorie, o nouă pagina pentru cartea noastră
Pentru că deocamdată va rămâne doar seninătatea
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A walk with you under open skies,
As a path below rests in august esteem.

When you look at me with those Aegean eyes,
I can feel your warmth influence my dreams.

A quarter of a second was all it took
To know I’d no longer be the same

Beginning this journey, a new page in our book
Because for now, only serenity will remain.

Numbers are arbitrary in a system that doesn't allow diversity.
The dream world - no,
As the universe as one body, it is beyond specialization, yet there are all specializations.
It is arbitrary to define something. What is, is.
The senses perceive it.
All language is a dormant faculty in meditation.
In fact, all senses are dormant faculties in meditation.

What's left is a doubt to need progress.
The head is held in vacua awaiting a placement from a source beyond the Self.
In meditation the head is as a ****** allowing the environment to enter it.
Progress graduates as a straight back -- free.

The deepest meditation is devoid of life.
I will not give up my meditation for any social undertaking, or any entertainment.
I leave my seat to relieve myself or to take up water, food, or a cigarette.
I become weary of stranger, friend, or family.
My heart has no capacity for interaction beyond silence.
The very esteem of any other man, I shrink from.
The very gaze of any woman, I am anxious of.
Animals laugh at my awkwardness.
My own groin, I am apprehensive of its use.
I do not wish to face my reflection in a mirror.
But what else is there but timid eyes?
Kingdom in Kingdom.

The heat from the vent keeping it 67 degrees is as a bath in the most royal palace.
Pain pulverizes me.

Oceanul a fost creat pentru noi
Norii ne-au copiat lacrimile, și au cântat.
Pașii noștri au răsunat bătăile inimii Pământului
În timp ce mergeam de-a lungul țărmurilor sale de toamnă
Și chiar și atunci când ne îmbrățișăm
Am nevoie so fii mult mai aproape
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The ocean was made created for us
Clouds copied our tears and sang along.
Our footsteps echoed the Earth's heartbeat
As we walked along its autumnal shores
And even when we embrace,
I need you so much closer.

With each tear, a memory of us blooms in my mind's eye.
The pink-purple of the sky blending into your eyes,
until I couldn't tell
where You ended
and the World began.
Maybe there's not even a difference.
Just the same words speaking in different languages.