this is collaboration with Ryanny Torna
The photo is made by him and the illustration items are made by me.
I hear voices when no one speaks, those demons that chase me.
The sound of silence is the end of mutism and at the same time its expression.
Colors around me, skeletons of non-existent memories, my lips sing a melody, like evoking memories, They wake up like demons, memories kept. They go out without permission, demons that seduce my soul, and take me to a labyrinth without a way out, without mercy, take me to hell, abusing my soul, and breaking my calm
The demons of my mind appear out of my window, greeting me with a murmur when dawn rises.
They turn on my libido, intoxicate me with desire and transform it into loneliness.
