where the soul bleeds

Amazonian music fills the void where our souls bleed

The dark void, vast and so ready to bleed, our hearts are purified in the places where music
         fills the amazonian forest.
Sweet trills of amazonian birds, fill these lonely hearts with a music only the void has made
         bleed, our poor tender souls, find us where we are lost.
Our adventures, the places where music fills the tender bleeding wounds left by savage,
         thorny amazonian plants, oh void!, how the time stands too still in thy presence!
Where is this amazonian odyssey, our paths follow the distant music which fills the void in
         our hearts, left to rot and bleed there
These fragile hearts left to bleed to lifelessness in the void of the amazonian jungle labyrinths
         where our destiny mocks the sweet music which fills us with hope
Roaring waterfall music ! this glorious sound fills our hearts, causing the void to lessen, poor
         bleeding amazonian tree-lungs, where our planet may find its end
Ubiquitous void! tantalizing music from this amazonian quagmire where our paths cross the
         ghosts of time filled by the bleeding hearts of all the pure souls lost to us
Bleed no more ! our lives find new strength after knowing the void, yet how quickly it fills
         with doubt our open hearts, where the amazonian music would seduce us to folly
The forest fills our hopeful hearts when the bleeding finally stops, beautiful amazonian
         symphonies lead our paths way from the void.

Amazonian music fills the void where our souls bleed




where the soul bleeds
19 march, 2006
(Word SuDoku n° three)