-leonora carrington (the house opposite)

son of swords

 









I'm a blackbird singing on a riverbank
I'm a vulture hanging in the wind
In the last gray folds of a summer in silence
In a night so dark
I'm a rider holding on a horse
I'm the rush of the branches right above the road
You unfold like a scorpion shining
In a night so dark
And curled to strike