Tag: Bowery Ballroom

  • Sunday Prayer

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    Daniela
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    New Songs The afternoon says: “I’m thirsty for shadow!” And the moon: “I want stars.” The crystal fountain asks for lips, the wind, for sighs. I’m thirsty for scents and for laughter. Thirsty for new songs without irises or moons, without dead loves. A morning song that can shiver quiet backwaters of the future and…