Stella Vinitchi Radulescu
Stella Vinitchi Radulescu

looking for signs

Ce qui excuse Dieu, c'est qu'il n'existe pas.

I should make music from your amnesia


should go in the woods looking
for signs

a shovel a tune a feather
in the dark

back to earth your skull and the wind
ravaging the trees

I keep singing keep walking on my eyes

I escaped saintliness


tea time in Heaven

we painted the room
in black

silverware on the table
black cups black

ready to grasp

we painted some birds
on our plates

and then
we ate them