And we love life if we find a way to it. We dance between two martyrs and we raise a minaret for violet or palm trees. We love life if we find a way to it. And we steal from the silkworm a thread to build a sky and fence-in this departure. We open the… Read More mahmud derviş / and we love life (marcel khalifé)

The pigeons fly the pigeons descend Prepare the land for me so I can rest because I love you until I’m weary… Your morning is fruit from song and this evening’s made of gold And we are ours when a shadow enters its shadow in marble, and when I hang myself it is myself I… Read More mahmud derviş / the pigeons fly (marcel khalifé)