our story is on that tape
everything was love for us
daily tracks and stand-by moments

feeding the dawn

sometimes we drew our future life

a sleeping dog beside a big fire
laughing voices a few others,
and a big star


Love in tape (the regrets)
must feed the vultures


Love in tape (happy)
!@%(og passion


Love in tape (nobody)
Can't wipe the sessions

of two lovers and their fine art to hide the bugs

what makes me most afraid

is forgetting everything
missing pictures, stolen promises
in a black sea


yellow reflect on your face
on that sunny afternoon

State of grace of two losers
Seven years itch