Make me better please,
'm looking for a long time in my past, but I can not find any future
tell me you love me and tell me how to hate,
I always said to fly, but I've never owned a pair of wings.
Give better please.
smash my face in a thousand and a thousand other pieces of mirror, a sultan
screamed my name in his castle, but I was trying to escape from the snakes,
eat now only broken by feelings knives without any handles.
Make me better please,
let me hear the notes that swim in your mind,
but no guitar will ever be able to echo in my will.
I have never spoken of the embrace of his father since he was only an unbroken chain of mountains,
hands of the powerful merchant touched me teaching me to sell souls with no future ...
... I found myself on a stand at the fair in the country.
pictures by Francesca Woodman
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