A deep silence in which time does not count, Everything falls asleep here, although the soul still screams. The air is warm, saturated with...

A deep silence in which time does not count, Everything falls asleep here, although the soul still screams. The air is warm, saturated with life, The murmur of water like the whisper of old stories. Among the rocky walls of mysterious shadows, The summer night lasts, in its embrace the world shimmers. ...

oil painting by James Gurney