SS 2017

Those whose memory was fuzzied by childhood visions from the silver screen,

Who pass their time in the morning eating dry fruit and being indecisive

Whose force is bright, indivisible

This body and that image which move to the rythm of the same occult tune, they

never meet, forever their possibilities linked, forever

Their futures condemned, like a pair hopeless twins

Those who are a new people and those who don’t like jealous people

Those who still stalk their ghost believing they will find that

contingency that binds truth and magic, the body and that secret music