Front of

Stop breathing I'm trying to get some sleep
Stop breathing allow me to repeat
Keep breathing I guess it would disturb
Keep breathing the road is getting long
Maybe I will find you in another place
Maybe I will find you with somebody else
Keep breathing life is hard to play
Keep breathing we haven't find the way
Stop breathing this game it makes no sense
Stop breathing
Maybe I will find you in another place
Maybe I will find you with somebody else
The things that they said us
The things that we run off
Though we try to move over
After all that we saw
The stage is clear, the view is soft
But it's so cold, warm enough
The game is set, and too much players again,
And here we are, in front of them again

...

The Gift

As reticências foram acrescentadas por mim, por os fins se quererem suspensos, quando não se podem marcar ou escrever. Seja como for, de frente, estou para o que há-de vir, do mesmo ou do mesmo com outros rostos, outros perfumes.

De frente. Seja como for. Para dentro e fora de mim. Será.

Fotografia: Jenny Gace & Tom Betterton