(…)
It was love like a callas you scarred enough to be
Tough and immune, your body adapts you see
to all above my head, and all below my feet
No, that’s one freedom you’ll never take from me.
Look another year went by
They keep passing by
God damn I didn’t even die…
… Too old and slow I’ve grown,
I fought time… but lost.
To criticize and judge, how did I end up here?
With these standards I’m supposed to love… make me disappear.
Hold tight.
[G. Hayes, Matroshka (the Ornament), 2005]
Tag: eus voci, infralogie, wor(l)ds