Ghoula

To Roberto>>
In the tale, a Ghoula.
If the Ghoula would speak before you drank from her well, she would say: “I exist, my hidden hand extends a flower, giving in-relation.”

To Absala >>
Watermelons heaped there from early summer where little bright lights hang above one of the four corners of the school intersection.
When you left me. Did you?

Shadow of theater. Did we?

Wednesday 25 June 20:30
AstaroTheatro
Sint Jansstraat 37 Amsterdam
Entrance by Donation