Nuances
Fire, walk with me! But don’t burn down my fridge, not yet. I need a place to hide. Infinite Smile.
Roses in aquamarine silence.
The almost-despair and the cold energy of the “never” which roots in the lack of love; we warm up and fill the void with surrogates.
You don’t appear in my dreams but I see and feel you in between, a series of aquamarine intermezzos.