WØLZT | Two Worlds

    we were poisoning ourselves we liked the tasted of it it feels like dreams kids that look like me are driving on the road I’m trying to stay here more yesterday is here       photo / Ivana Rajic    

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