Never, not even now, have i had the certainty of knowing where all these stories are going.Many nights. Unforgettable. Or not. Crazy.
Others less. Those than end in sex. Or without it. Music. Screams. Voices. Sounds.
Performances. live shows. With friends. With aquaintances.
With the anonymous. Tattoos. Backs. High Heels. Lips. Makeup. Necks. Chains. Sometimes tears. Dark stairs. Red Corridors. Blue. Bathrooms. Drugs.
Dark Empty Spaces. Blank, Blurred, Drunken stares.
And I still do not know, even now, where all these
stories are going. It´s in your your hands, probably.