Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

like a hyena I later followed the smell of unknown forests, I thought I could ride this griffin that was waiting, waiting long for me while his wing kept swelling with every spoken word. you'll build a house, he said, and I'll crush it.

you'll build another – I'll crush it. you will forget me – I'll crush you you will try to send me away, to crush me – you'll come back to me. I am here with you forever your blue clock, your wing.

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*after the title of a painting by Chagall

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