As evening fell, a maiden stood at the edge of a wood. In her hands lay the reins of a stallion. And never I'd seen a girl as fair, heard a gentler voice anywhere. Whispered, alas, She belonged, belonged to another, another, forever. Yes, she belonged to the twilight and mist.
tranquilly, tranquilly impressive. moving portraits at the sea. love is like tides but starts before and continues after - we arrive and depart in the middle.