Bels Lontano | At the horizon

    I’m tired of your fires I need water soft spoken, leave the door ajar I’m not coming back Don’t come back, don’t come back I leave the door open       photo / Maria Louceiro    

Ironfist | Empathy I (Treptow)

    J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning