17/08/2023
There is a place in the desert, where the spirit of women and the spirit of wolves meet across time.
The idea of being unspoiled, and having rhythms that are uninterrupted by overdoses of the intellect.
So, bone by bone and hair by hair, through night dreams, through events half understood and half remembered...
the wild woman comes back.
But her speciality is said to be wolves.
She sits by the fire and contemplates which song she will sing.
And once she is certain, she stands over the criatura and she raises her arms over it,
and sings out.
And then is when the ribs bones, and the legs bones begin to flush out,
and the creature becomes furred.
Lata de para, the gatherer. The Wolf Woman.
Lun madi, lun madi.
Lun madi sin tuca madi
With by way of a ray of sunlight, the woman hidden breath and inside.
The wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing one.
With long lapped black silver and yellow hair,
who runs free, to materialize, certainly tied,
to something of the SOUL.
The one thing we think that might be indestructible is the human soul.
Within us is the potential to be fleshed out again.
Within us is the old one, igual que sabe, the one who knows...
She.
The wolf opens its eyes, hair growing out of your head,
to the ancients representative Dios, has all the den colors of hair.
Means that she will change the ideas and memory of her essential nature.
The wolf woman.
The wolf woman.
The wolf woman.
The wolf woman.
As the story tells, you cannot put yourself together again,
until you have all the parts line up.
And thats why people do meditation.
Lun madi
The reason, they are trying to gather all the skeletal parts together,
so they can sing over them.
Lun madi sin tuca madi
Lun madi
Lun madi
Lun ma
There is a place in the desert, where the spirit of women and the spirit of wolves meet across time.
People create with their hands and do their crafts,
and do their dance, and do all of the things that they do.
And that is when the ribs bones,
and the leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out...
and creature becomes furred.
La Loba sings so deeply,
that the floor of the desert shakes on when she sings...
The wolf woman.
As the story tells, you cannot put yourself together again,
until all of the parts line up.
The wolf woman.
The reason is they are trying to gather...
The wolf woman.
Shoguns of Harlem - Wolf Woman