The electric body,
the rain,
the sound of invisibility,
the libido,
the concurrent necks,
the scattering of focus…
We have a dare and we have a dream that our absence matters
and the wave that ripples through our thoughts matters.
But the eternal riff rejects everything that doesn’t question what is there to be…
So make the glasses tangle,
the beaches to dance in yellow summer…
think in solitude and live in drugs and friends
and fight for a question.

The frames like memories,
the sunset through a war
and the kiss with gunpowder lips…
We will all be taken by tyranny…
So let’s just be wild in eyes and naked in sex.
The trip may be undefined but let the journey be uncaged with a gypsy union.

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Photograph: Santana