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Dead DancersDEAD DANCERSthe lights go out ...the clock strikes midnight ...after a long and tiring dayI found myself on this streetdarklugubresolitaryI felt no any desire to return to home,something attracted me .. maybe the music .. maybe the lights .. maybe something else.what would it be?I could not even try to stopI had all the time on my sidetwelve o'clock, midnight and 10 minutes!I found myself at the entranceI approached with slow steps ...all sounded greateverything looked greata blue drinkin a deformed glass reminded me of my youth.the music penetrated inside of methe hours advanced, but went for my slower than ever4:40 a.m.and a suddenly faint flash of light outside the window, caught my attention.I approached to the window!the sun!oh no!and unavoidably I fell down exhausted in a sofa (a bit antique, but beautiful)deep sleep...I knew no more about me.1.30 pm another day!my eyes opened again, a little dazed,still bothered by the light
porcelainporcelain ....so fragile you stay quiet in your worldalways observing who's around youcan you feel their suffering?can you feel their bitterness?can you feel their anguish?can you feel their happiness?don't hush, what would you say if you could talk .. what would you say to them..why is your world so simple and complex at the same time?what would you do if you could move and act ...tell me how it feels.. see everything from outside, with a cold gaze without expressiondon't hush, tell me... ohh tell me ... nowdon't hush, comes to life and tell me what I've done wrong. the curse of silence that keeps you lifeless, but ... perhaps you feel something inside?I would like to see your worldI want to know who you aretell me ... ohh tell me .. nowdon't hush, comes to life and tell me what I've I done wrong ..porcelain...