Stéphane Korvin - IT`S DYING TODAY

It's dying today. Light is tearing off. The glazed door is sliding, opening on an unprecedented flood. I'm not very good at silence. All the red shall be removed. You resonate: we're separated from death forever. Which I find a bit striking. A soaking back doesn't prevent from reading: captive more than new life. That words really have to be said, the whole shebang. You resume: things we cannot seek for consolation.