endless desires

by Claudia Martin 📜🪶
his pictures have the tempo of the songs,
because, he said, [that’s what love's about]

look for 'em, his visions said, there is a light,
even when every side seems black as night

a color felt your spirit, flamboyant, he said,
why do you think my camera's addicted to...

you are the spicy smile to my melancholy,
at my question, you're the answer I avoid it

you're any present I exist, [endless desires],
(he said to me), and me... I did a new playlist

nobody's lonely; music's a sincere audience

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

📸 credit — Aesthetics

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