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.
I see you…but never clearly.
A caustic celebration of pain, death and chaos
Flesh and bone beneath you
Planting seeds to ignite the dawn.
What does daylight look like in this chaos of cold?