Artist credit: Julie Graf
Cul du sac Blood tears Leaking slowly the empty face emotions raped red raindrops fancy lollipops empty glass filling with sanguine color drip drip drip We are smiles en chante tous les petits moulins rouges tombe casse drink well from my veins sleep in my tears robbed of heart faceless fate has fermented barrels of laughter in the silent chamber of broken dreams Notes: Translations Cul du sac = dead end en chante = cheers tous = all Les petits moulins rouges = the little red windmills tombe = to fall casse = broken Many have attempted bilingual art, music, song, film, and very few have had success, and yet for me, doing so is a bridge that joins the best of all cultures and heritages whichever they may be, so seeking less success, and more bridges to travel I carry on.
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