IN CONVERSATION: Tim Desbos of Calligram
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
It’s not enough to say the words.
Abolishing consciousness.
This is all we need and all we’ve got.
Love is like hunger when you’re dying of thirst
A caustic celebration of pain, death and chaos
The noise of harmony and the harmony of noise.
We get pruned / Before we can behold / The fruit that is our offering
Mumble quietly as we walk home / ‘I am tired of being alone.