In Buenos
Aires' skies so vast,
Where
clouds like cotton castles cast,
Dwelt
Avaton Kortez, a dreamer's soul,
Amidst the
heavens, his spirit whole.
Sufjan
Stevens, the Sad Prince of grace,
In Academy
Records found his place,
A party for
his Javelin's flight,
Music and
joy, a starry night.
As music
filled the air with glee,
A sudden
gust, a wild decree,
A sharp air
stream, like javelins thrown,
Swept
Sufjan up, where stars had flown.
High above the earthly realm he soared,
Through
clouds of cotton, dreams explored,
Till he met
Avaton, the cloud-bound sage,
Whose heart with Neil Young's melodies engage.
Upon the
clouds, they gently lay,
As sunset's
hues lit up the day,
Sufjan's
voice, a whisper soft and low,
"Will
Anybody Ever Love Me?" so.
Avaton
listened, eyes serene,
To Sufjan's
plea, his soul's ravine,
In the vast
expanse, their voices blend,
Two hearts
entwined, till twilight's end.
Στο 15 ο Sufjan Stevens και το ''Javelin''
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