Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
„He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted - that word was 'eternity'“
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
I left, ran, fled my shifting shadow from a land that has only known boundaries. And while you dropped rocks on the tracks like breadcrumbs for a starving tramp…
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Outside of it all inside Everywhere
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
That's the way I travel when I'm rid of the Gravity of Blue. Suddenly I return where I belong and as I move through dimensions, I draw my signature of stardust, a boundary that keeps them from crossing and a line that’ll always meet yours.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
I warm up my soul by opening my eyes
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
We are sailing on our Sólfarið
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
The forest is full of miracles and yet they mostly only talk about a single tree. The idea of felling the trees makes them blind to the idea of watering.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
What should separate us? This little bit of Sea is like a puddle two children sail their paper boats on.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Many people spend their whole lives fishing for the pot of gold without realising that it is not gold they are looking for.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
„My beloved child, …“
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
greenlight for liberation
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Everything is constantly changing and you with it. If not, then you should ask yourself whether you are still alive or not.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
The ever-changing beauty of the tidelands
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
What remains in the end? It’s just an idea of mortality when sun-sets to your skin
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Lonely birds are the last to fly, the happy ones are the first to fall. But..
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
The more I learned about colours, the more I learned to appreciate black and white
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Widerstand (resistance)
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
"We don't stop playing when we grow old, we grow old when we stop playing."
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Neither good nor bad but mine. (ours)
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
But you'll stir up and I'll raise my bowed body. Then I'll start to breathe again. Simply starting to breathe
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Far too long you lived in possible perspectives, racking shots from one point to the next. Now tell me, how does it feel to be an outsider at the edge of a perfect day?
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
The eternity of the tides carves your face, but I remain young, a moment preserved in salt, the flapping of the bird's wings in the wind, enclosed like a rare insect in amber, that you've found
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
That’s our night without darkness, my Sunny Side of the Moon. I love You
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Töfrandi rapsódía
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Like the ocean runs into the rock, not to harm it, but to form it to something gently resistant.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Some things aren't easy to grasp, are like floatsam between the tides
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
Sailing amidst an endless sky
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
ancient lighthouse with ancient light source
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
I am wild and free, just like the wind.
Yvonnè Lizzy Bruni - Sunbeam on the Moon:
The wind in my sails is blue
