I. Bordoni

Circular lines (4'57“)

The king is wearing golden daggers
: his look is clouding but the cloth he is mopping his sweat with is glaring
I am reciting and dying
: kiss me for it
Isn’t it you in that wedding dress, my child?
Isn’t it you?
White flowers, white
Threads hardly sewn, hardly
Testimonials made of dust
Over
Over everything.

(Photo: Bordoni)





	ISABELLA BORDONI
	Circular lines (4'57“) The king is wearing golden daggers : his look is clouding but the cloth he is mopping his sweat with is glaring I am reciting and dying : kiss me for it Isn’t it you in that wedding dress, my child? Isn’t it you? White flowers, white Threads hardly sewn, hardly Testimonials made of dust Over Over everything. (Photo: Bordoni)