dedicated to Pieta

Posted on by anna christ

 

 

As the nights get shorter and

the dreams play along Imagechildren games

i shall speak about love

the house is full of fragments  of love the tempests of freedom have left over…

love is a jewel/ a step/ a station/ a path…

knowing that i look in the mirror

and the mirror wants to  devour me

but i just keep telling stories…

 

 

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...