"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


1.10.18

The Gravedigger's a Daughter I - Wings and Earthquakes


I dance in graveyards
Still looking like a vampire
in the dawn
And I love, and I hate

I laugh in the face of kings
never afraid to be right
And I hate, and I love

And I watch you wither
and fight
over your Christmas parties

(Yellow bird flying
got shot in the wing
good year for hunters
and little earthquakes

I'd rather be a winged rose
that safely changes her color
Escapes from being left here
silent
And brings her own self back again)


Una otra posibilidad de Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes


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