by Angela Marinescu (b. 1941)
"My illness is a silk flag I'm wrapping around their necks strangling them measuredly but which is the illness, which is the passion, and which is the madness?Neither do I know them too well only a violent gesture made one evening in winter, a shiver of my body when I learnt I was left,a huge accord with the streak of sky left behind by the sun,the bark of a friend who has turned into a dog."
by Angela Marinescu (b. 1941)
by Angela Marinescu (b. 1941)