Mirror mirror on the wall
Unbearable the disapearance
They said it's cold and like falling
asleep or forgetting or something
Looked like a ghost yet familiar
Something to do with
I was moved was not drunk
Surrounded and scared, nervous for sure
An empty face with no meaning
No direction no charm
Landscape of pain willing to hide
So that eyes and throats
Don't sink or squeeze
Not mine but hers.
The priest, the monk and the goddess
Said so yet I wake up
Soaked up. Disoriented
Having to wear the mask of plain
Good and noble life.
So you see I realize
Just a camera a moment a picture
And the secret fades away.
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| Vaudou - exposition FC 2011 |
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