Island Muses by Arshanitsa

Nature blessed us with colors and forms, Where like old gramophones The sun and the moon Are playing an old gentle tune, Through a transparent prism It's making unattractive - beautiful, Like a magnetism. These colors and forms become a female image With an adorable trace and a soft light Which it's spreading worldwide, Serving as an inspiration to our idols. And what is next? Just unwritten sacred text, An shapeless emptiness Where only the ocean is the truth Where SHE is a mistress, a mother and your muse

"Let no-one ignorant of music enter," warned the inscription at the door of Plato's Academy"

Avantgarde DJ Library.

Intelligent electronic music with ocean view.

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