“In My Darkest Dreams (night diary of a poète maudit in earthly exile)”
“I would have preferred to sing the blues in any small bar full of smoke than to spend the nights of my life scratching into language…” (Alejandra Pizarnik)
Abstract Sounds & Razor Sharp Words To Illuminate The Silence… Surrounded By Tears And Shadows… Sadness, Sadness. This Life Is An Ever Evolving Dark Night Of The Soul. And What Am I – A Galactic Wreck – To Do? In This Cosmic Catastrophe, There Will Be No Romantic Survivors.