Nuxis is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Carbonia-Iglesias in the Italian region Sardinia, located about 35 kilometres (22 mi) west of Cagliari and about 20 kilometres (12 mi) east of Carbonia. As of 31 December 2004, it had a population of 1,719 and an area of 61.5 square kilometres (23.7 sq mi).
Nuxis borders the following municipalities: Assemini, Narcao, Santadi, Siliqua, Villaperuccio.
The village was founded around the year 1000 AD, though there is archaeological evidence of a nuragic settlement, and grew out of a farm settlement. Nuxis' pastoral settlement was aided by the presence of Benedectine monks in nearby Narcao and Flumentepido. The small church, of area less than 100 square metres (1,100 sq ft), of Sant'Elia di Tattinu, located approximately 250 metres (820 ft) south of the village is a well-preserved monument of byzantine architecture in Sardinia.
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Across the vein of night
There cuts a path of searing light
Burning like a beacon
On the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness
And the lights divine divide
A soul can let its shadow stretch
And land on either side --
either side.
And balanced on the precipice
The moment must reveal
Naked in the face of time
Our race within the wheel
As we hang beneath the heavens
And we hover over hell
Our hearts become the instruments
We learn to play so well.
Wealthy the spirit that knows its
own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays
his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys
the length of the light.
Outside the pull of gravity
Beyond the spectral veil
Within our careful reasoning
We search to no avail
For the constant in the chaos
For the fulcrum in the void
Following a destiny
Our steps cannot avoid.
Across the vein of night
There cuts a path of searing light
Burning like a beacon
On the edges of our sight
At the point of total darkness
And the lights divine divide
A soul can let its shadow
Stretch and land on either side.
Wealthy the spirit that knows its
own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays
his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys
the length of the light.
In a spiral never-ending
Are we drawn towards the source
Spinning at the mercy of an
unrelenting force
So we stare into the emptiness
and fall beneath the weight
Circling the Nexus in a
fevered dance with fate --
Wealthy the spirit that knows its
own flight
Stealthy the hunter who slays
his own fright
Blessed the traveler who journeys