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