On Myth
My mother told me that I cried in her womb.
They said to her: he'll be lucky.
Someone spoke to me all the days of my life,
into my ear, slowly, taking their time.
Said to me: live, live, live!
It was death.
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On Myth My mother told me that I cried in her womb. They said to her: he'll be lucky. Someone spoke to me all the days of my life, into my ear, slowly, taking their time. Said to me: live, live, live! It was death. |
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