My body is not of anybody. My body belongs to the air and the wind.
Blood flows from the head up to the feet that you kiss me.
You, kiss my feet.Kiss my feet. You caress my feet and my long and holy hands. Snow will also loosen the blood in my brain that thinks.
I always think about you. I never think about you.....................................
You, kiss my feet.Kiss my feet. You caress my feet and my long and holy hands. Snow will also loosen the blood in my brain that thinks.
I always think about you. I never think about you.....................................
copyright minimal production XH nnb 2009 (Nniet Brovdi performance, photo" my feet;my hand" Archivio di Morte , words, silent music, voice)
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