LIVE GALLERY: Animals as Leaders & Night Verses at the Roundhouse, London
Who knows what fate will produce?
Who knows what fate will produce?
The beauty of your voice fades again.
I want to dwell in a house of light
Misery is a delicate lace, silence as it covers my face.
To birth and release the darkness within.
Memories dissident when I am holding you.
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.
A moon without light of its own. Alone.
She is patient, for I have eaten at her hearth.