We seduce the dark with pain and rapture. Like two ships that pass in the night. You and I, a whore and a bashful sailor. Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind.
Tarja. A lady with a violin. Playing to the seals. Hearken to the sound. Of calling. . Marco. Who tied my hands to the wheel. The zodiac turns over me.
Naked in midwinter magic. Lies an angel in the snow. The frozen ficure crossed by tracks of wolves. An encounter, symbolic, yet truthfull. With a hungry choir of woods.