beet root


i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.

and i wanna kiss
you so passionate
all over the place
so everyone will know
who it was.


this moment is gone now
like the rain he has left,
we’re sitting with tea and cake.

and snow falls down, 
in little flakes
i decide to take
a piece of fabric 
to wash your face.

Autor*in: Emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil. my music:

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