- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
The sky over Berlin
The foreign look flies over the rotating decay and the ripped fever. you ignore the clamor of the world the playful cruelty of the unsuccessful search. the ancient voices demand that you bite love, like the fugitive and terrible apple that you must consume before thirty, eat it before it rots!
We vibrate a fragile attempt to touch the infinite despite everything you abandon your neat position. you get dirty at pleasure in that liquid look who begs and drags you you surrender to the labyrinth. you prefer to burn. not even an angel knows it. love is a trap and also a miracle