And while I’m trying to
to find a way out of violence
The old lines of verse remain:
I know that I hung in the windy tree
a spear dedicated to myself
myself to myself
No knowledge will save me.
Only one love,
that I can’t find…
And while I’m trying to
to find a way out of violence
The old lines of verse remain:
I know that I hung in the windy tree
a spear dedicated to myself
myself to myself
No knowledge will save me.
Only one love,
that I can’t find…