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Broken Angels/Ankles
“Semințele nefericirii moldovenești
sunt plantate în cultura lor”
1847
Moldova
430m above sea level
Northeastern winds of 26kn
Grey, black, deep violet skies
Autumn, feverish sounds of summer hunger..
Fields, abandoned
Who would cultivate a wormless soil?
Dirt, dirty corrupted earth, why we?
Weed standing firm, not collaborating with mindless whispers:
Imagination exceeds
You’re not allowed to say a word!
Listen to me, listen, not a word!
Piano, Ballet, Math teacher growls at Mimi
Mimi of 12 years
Illustrious
Un-brainwashable
She collects random dry flowers and pretends to listen
If you don’t want to be a dancer, I am not your teacher!
Are you certain? do you quit?
Hammer on left-hand side
Ankles dancing
Angels crying
“The seeds of Moldovan unhappiness
are planted in their culture”
