From Antonin Dvorak’s opera “Rusalka”

…Moon, high and deep in the sky Your light sees far, You travel around the wide world, and see into people’s homes. Moon, stand still a while and tell me where is my dear. Tell him, silvery moon, that I am embracing him. For at least momentarily let him recall of dreaming of me. Illuminate […]

via Song to the moon… — per mare…

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