summer is over

Texture: Dune

Rear Window

Cigarette

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you’re a rock’n roll suicide

You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don’t eat when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock’n roll suicide

David Bowie – “Rock N’ Roll Suicide”

L’Autre

Quand le Soi devient l’Autre…

Sun and water

There’s no link with the previous post… or maybe…

Midnight bath