Flashes

Not always desire overflowing my skin … there’s a comfort in my limits, something good warm my empty seats, prevents the circulation of my air and blurs my vertigo!

There is a contempt in my ideas: you can not consume all thought and what remains veiled in me nothing could ignite … balance up my metaphors, misaligned my hair, my face flushed left!

The time could give us some respite, some interstitial air, a cease of information, the absence of thoughts, the breeze of good news, some levity of smiles, one contemplate landscapes, one choke on the wind, a drunken numb as kisses.

For all my life time, I have been here: between the same walls, crossing the same streets …

Kind of person who has roots, who has “blank spaces” memories of this place !!I am here and I have the same passions … listening the same playing list …

Kind of person that is easy to find …