I am no more
Then the sceleton of my soul
Sing, la loba, sing over my bones
Weep, llorona, weep over my wounds,
Baba Yaga cook a broth out of me
Blow on it gently like on a childs misery
And then feed me the remedy
for strength and flesh.
Offener Kunst Raum
I am no more
Then the sceleton of my soul
Sing, la loba, sing over my bones
Weep, llorona, weep over my wounds,
Baba Yaga cook a broth out of me
Blow on it gently like on a childs misery
And then feed me the remedy
for strength and flesh.
Such power in such a fragile place.
Thankyou.
❤️