Spiders are crawling in my stomach, Decomposing in acidity. The bones, hard as stone. Was father’s mountain formed in the darkness? I climb the roads up, Searching for the sky. The trees are sleeping, Cradling decay. Barefoot, I meet ants, Sheltered under the barks. The road doesn’t end I am tired, Birds lower their voice. […]
Category: Animist Stories
Oh dear, I miss you Here I am, taking one breath after another Sinking deep into my heart Far away on a lonely planet. I see a twinkling star. Reach my hand out, touch it, Fall apart. I breathe in stardust, Dissolve into the universe Fall apart, fall apart Fall down on the earth As […]
This song is created in collaboration with my ancestors. They say they miss the old times when people listened closely to their ancestors and the lands. How sweet those relationships are, The ancestors are ready to tell old stories dwelling in places to those who want to listen.
Soft Oak
There was a girl, her story told by the trees of the hamlet Talvern, in France, Brittany. She was in love. Her lover died, taken by the seas, drifted by the waves. After lulling the deceased into his new bed, her milk began to bleed. She asked the gods to wash her face with the […]