They say ’my friend,
Out of the most bitter
The most toxic, scarred, deterrent, ugly plant
you can press medicine.
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: https://youtube.com/@emiliatapli
I will never be the same
longing
ich habe geträumt
beet root
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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.
cycles
i expanded expanded a little more
i fell and fell deeper, down on the floor
and roots where growing out of my feet
oh my heart was a buzzing sprouting seed
„cycles“ weiterlesenDrunk
„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.“
some simple wisdom ||
Nur weil der Regen weint
Leuchtet die Pfütze, wenn
die Sonne scheint
auf den Asphalt,
der sonst trocken wär.
some simple wisdom
we will go below
we came from above
but now we’re on earth
to learn to love.
am telefon
eine andere stille
als die meine
klingt aus dem hörer
läd sich laut in diesen raum ein
in dem ich leise liege.