Morning in the mist
Our bodies fall
As tortured souls collide
What we find in each other
Is the paradise in which we hide
Won’t someone kiss silence into this symphony of noise and grain?
Won’t someone make it all go away for our faces to remain?
Won’t someone make it all go up in flames to burn away the rain?
In this place, noise disguised as silence, up above it’s all skyless
For the first time we burn as we grow to be one
The distorted voices of crumbling walls slowly come undone
Desirous of letting heart and ears breathe like wind
And all our preciously braided dreams now skinned
We crawl in circles like the violet sand in the hourglass
We were born of noise like the violent raindrop on the tired grass
We burn to set fire to the rain until we return to ash and dust
Our sweaty skin collides again and in prayers we embrace our lust
Shirt dress LGB JAPAN skipping rope JEAN PAUL GAULTIER. top COP COPINE Pant MARITHE + FRANCOIS GIRBAUD
top ARTWEAR pants WALTER VAN BEIRENDONCK. dress IF SIX WAS NINE collar piece TIM VAN STEENBERGEN
sweater VINTAGE. top SIMULTANEOUS top RON ORB pants ARTWEAR
necklace DIRK BIKKEMBERGS. jacket SHARE SPIRIT wool mittens VINTAGE
Photography LUNE JUSSEAU
Poems writer TIM GIENKE
Hair SHAMS GRESH
Stylist SYLVAIN ROMAGNESI
Talent SAMY CHEURFA and CELESTE HERBAUX
Stylist assistant COLIN DOUCY
editor DAVIDE ANDREATTA
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