Music When Soft Voices Die
I’m twirling by myself in the centre of a large white room. Once in a while someone comes into focus. Then it’s all a blur. Dancing. Strobe lights. A strange and beautiful music.… Read More
I’m twirling by myself in the centre of a large white room. Once in a while someone comes into focus. Then it’s all a blur. Dancing. Strobe lights. A strange and beautiful music.… Read More
The Lover lets himself in to my apartment, drops his suitcase and comes to a halt. The air is thick with almost a pack of Virginia Slims and he knows I never smoke… Read More
I’m making my way up the five flights of stairs (panting and wheezing which makes it difficult to be furtive) and then I get to the DOOR. I give the secret knock. It… Read More