l´enfance perdu

Childhood's gone..

Lost treasure forgotten..

Where the fuck are you JEAN?

Give ME your ARROWS POLLY.

While CRYING; I listen to the colours within me.

FUCK; fuck, FUCK.

Why THE sperm?

Why do YOUR legs MOVE?

The WIND carries all THAT.

I sense JEAN and I don't feel POLLY.

LIGHT LIME of dreams; give me BACK my childhood.

I'm TIRED of SALT; I want SUGAR.

POLLY spread YOUR legs.

JEAN open YOUR mouth.

LIME embrace ME as a mother EMBRACES a CHILD.

Images: Rodrigo Oliveira
Words: Manuel Espirito Santo