My deer, my snail, dear water, dear sunshine
show me the truth that lies dormant in you,
show me the path that you walk together.
Teach me the love that can still exist in the age of hydrocarbon extraction.
I will be faithful, patient,
I will change and go through the gate. Save myself in illusions.
Text by Theresa Tuffner
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„EVERYTHING ONLY CHANGES, NOTHING DIES. OVER, ACROSS THE ANIMATING BREATH ERRS, AND IN OTHER ARBITRARY MEMBERS IT MOVES IN AND GOES FROM ANIMALS INTO HUMAN BODIES AND IN ANIMALS FROM US AND EXISTS SO ETER- NAL TIMES. LIKE THE SUPPLE WAX, TO A NEW SHAPE, NEITHER REMAINS, AS IT WAS, NOR HOLDS ON TO THE SAME FORMS, ... „
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