My mother's daughter is a savage
Seeking a herald
In colours of stones
In face of cats
In falling of feathers
In dancing of fires
In curves of old bones

My mother’s daughter is naked on the porch
She ignites and dances
When she's sad she laughs
(Never ever curses)
And when dreaming remembers to ask

Sunday, collection C 21:00 / Monday, collection A 16:30 / Wednesday, collection C 21:00