CR House / Estudio Aloras

Oxymoronic. “In the crowded moor, the silent noise of your quiet step echoed like a sigh and unchangeably altered the anarchic peace of my foreign and intimate existential dreams. From its adjacent distance, someone rebelled meekly and closed their eyes contemplating the absent scene with a diabolical beatitude that only she (or I) could try in vain, achieving it. That night you had returned without leaving and the day before you killed me with natural death.”