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
Words: Manuel Espirito Santo