APPAREL COLLECTION
SUSPENDED BODIES
THAT WILL NEVER FALL
UNSEASONAL 2 CAMPAIGN 2019
by Jean-Vincent Simonet
The sky touches the ground,
Softly swiping it with a caresse.
No one is looking at the sky,
Because God is not there anymore.
Everyone is waiting for him to come back:
In the form of luck or Venus.
It smells as if the earth is burning.
The lights of the cars and motorcycles
Are illuminating the earth at night to keep it warm.
Who knows if when the day dies
And the night comes up, life stops?
The earth is crying and screaming in an unbreakable
And outraged noise.
We are all part of the same wandering tribe called by the urgent shouts
Coming from the bowels of the earth
And trying to stop the flowing of his tears.
© 2019 Rafael Kouto. All Rights Reserved.
