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can you hear me? i am the peaceful silence that surrounds you, the birds chirping, the light breeze moving... can you shape me? i am the curves of the hills, shaped by nature herself, erroded by the wind and rain... can you see me? see how i have been the host to many greats, many journeys, many loses and grief... can you? can you? can you?
table of contents notre-dame du haut... when it falls... a sliver of light ...
there you go, walking around, here and there to find me. and all you shall see are the curves and angles of me and be disgusted with the harshness of me... yet in you went, and you saw the colours embedded within there you stood peacefully fully shrouded by my serenity...
notre-dame du haut
have you tried connecting the windows together...
and find virgo within...?
have you ever seen a gargoyle cry? they say they howl like the wind tears are heavy as the hail... have you ever seen a gargoyle smile? they say they will after they howl, after the tears harden into diamonds... have you ever seen a gargoyle wail? they said their voices are like the winds, freezing sharp and icy... have you? have you? have you?
when it falls in... notre-dame du haut
see me glow at night, see how the stars align, see how my mind races, as you say your prayers. see how your notes will reach the ceiling. rushing echoing to create a harmonious feeling. and all you are left with is your freedom, of silence and balance and peace.
a sliver of light through notre-dame du haut
i am dead, but i will rise. for my blood and bones, are within the walls you walk in. feel my breath between the doors, or my whispers between the corridors. look through the glass, and you will realise your are seeing through my eyes and my soul i am dead but i will rise as my ashes are within the walls towering towards the skies