I was among the tulips,
I was drenched in a field of clouds…
If I was a lover then what I had there to fear…
But I was inside the fire.
The rockstar of the attainment blew my senses away.
I guess time doesn’t heal anything…it just makes us more naked through a crowd…
My balls can be seen now…the tulip field has taken my balls.
The lonely rain has taken my wet tongue…
The grey time has taken my desire to feel a shimmering skin.
What there is to fear if I am a lover…
But I know to be indifferent first I have to kill the memories,
to be unknown and fuckable I have to be there during the sleep of the road.

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Photograph: Albert Dros.

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