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Wanderer
Life does not stop, it consumes me in a spiral of darkness, I have met with characters that have made the journey more pleasant, with music that has released my suffering, with loves that have been an overdose for my heart, with places surrounded by mystical vibes, with drugs that have made me pretend...
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Witchcraft
I will cut your lips to bites causing you to cut mine too, with the blood we will draw a pentagram while we kiss slowly and sensually, your moans will complete the rite of invocation of the demons of desire and lust turning our love into a satanic manifestation. Photography...
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Give me your lips
Leave the glass of wine, don't think so much and give me a kiss, my mind is full of memories, I'm not crazy! madness winks at me to fall into your arms but before I give in I want to caress your wine-colored hair, leave the glass and give me a kiss... give me your lips impregnated with...
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Mental attraction
Many talk about mental attraction and the way it can manifest itself, psychology has proofs, poets have verses, painters have visions, composers have sensations, religious people have faith, hippies have cosmic energies, writers have words impregnated with tobacco, and well, I can only say that it is one thing....
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One million lovers
A random bar, 5 pm, two glasses of whiskey, a pack of cigarettes, a woman with a yellow skirt and Asian obsessions, two smiles, two glances illuminated by a purple light, a feeling, one million lovers in the background... What a serious thing Photograph: Cristina Rizzi Guelfi Edson TacamThe mind is a paper plane...
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Give me your lips
Leave the glass of wine, don't think so much and give me a kiss, my mind is full of memories, I'm not crazy! madness winks at me to fall into your arms but before I give in I want to caress your wine-colored hair, leave the glass and give me a kiss, give me your lips impregnated with...
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Illusive
You write sad things in the hope of someday reading them again, perhaps with a smile on your pale face. Photo: mosthvost Edson TacamThe mind is a paper airplane powered by psychedelic dreams. www.instagram.com/edson_tacam/
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Who you are...
You wear black, you smoke in the streets, you take refuge in the cloak of depression and alcohol, you refuse to believe in love even though you know that one day you were poisoned, you wander the streets with your eyes lost without direction or sense; along the way and with the help of the night...
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Yellow
I hate yellow, it is one of those colors that transmits joy, banal and ephemeral joy, I don't like the falseness of yellow and the way it permeates gray things, I don't like yellow for its egocentricity, I don't like yellow for having landed on my coffee cup the morning of...
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Pending discussion
Perhaps we are destined to chat in another life. Photography: Le Tans Edson TacamThe mind is a paper airplane powered by psychedelic dreams. www.instagram.com/edson_tacam/
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Your eyes...
Your eyes impregnated with that pink color elevate me to another galaxy, they move me, they envy me, maybe that's the color of my doom or maybe it's just an excuse not to tell you that I'm dying for you. Photography: Le Tans Edson TacamThe mind is a paper airplane driven by psychedelic dreams. www.instagram.com/edson_tacam/
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A glass of whiskey
Whiskey also knows my name and calls my name on broken nights. Photography: Le Tans Edson TacamThe mind is a paper airplane powered by psychedelic dreams. www.instagram.com/edson_tacam/
