Music by Eric Serra.
The Circle Of An-na
You are the womb of every holt
You are the blaze on every hill
You are the Queen of every hive
You are the shield for every head
You are the tomb of every hope
The Third Cycle
My woman is made of honey.
Of flesh you can vanish into.
Soft enough to suffocate
All clarity and independence
For love is skilled
in sappings man's omnipotence.
Di-ana is made from honey.
Beneath my veins, her arteries pound
Beneath my hips the sound
Of Priapus, laughing lewdly
at concupiscence.
You were the Queen of my hive.
My tutor in every loving art.
Until I lived for nothing
but the taste, the scent, the feel of you.
You lured me into perfumed ruins
Smothered me under purple blankets.
I was the envy of butterflies.
I learnt your rites so well
I mastered you in everything
save the art of deception.
The Apple was my fall too
for like the Sow, you had gorged
on your own flesh.
Poor fools. How The Prince Of The Air knew us.
Then, two comets, faded from the eastern sky
We picked our way to eke Eternity
from the desert's dust.
© Laurence Neill, 2008
really great vid.. tc J :)
ladydawn1973 3 years ago
thanks lady
gugulia 3 years ago
Dear Gugulia, I am amazed , you did a wonderful job, I watched Ist and IInd parts as well. Excellent work.
Princesshayuhi 3 years ago
thank you s. jan for nice comment and attention
gugulia 3 years ago
Once again - a beautiful video !
Thanks Cherri for the share !
Dayniac4324 3 years ago
thanks day
gugulia 3 years ago