I like people and looking at them
Discovering the interiors and creating the history*
Effacing the real identity
Evoking an artificial euphory in them
An aritifical euphory, an artificial euphory
He drops his gaze, he doesn’t want to provoke
Today seagulls over the head
The interior torn in half
I like people and looking at them
The eyes are like the soul’s mirrors
One cannot efface the bad things
Everything is a game with no return
He drops his gaze, he doesn’t want to provoke
Today seagulls over the head
The interior torn in half
I lift my head, today I want to provoke
Crows over my head
The inside was left torn in half on the desk