When they brought me here
Madness had caught my thin nerves,
Silence was screaming.
But then I found out
They all were lost in themselves,
Pushed by decisions.
I sat down, I looked
Inside my soul and found out
Freedom is burden. (jf)
Pictures by Oliver Ritthaler, poetry by Jonathan.
See, my friend? Just pass.
My position still is free,
Pass to moon, but fast. (jf)
Photography by Rubens, poetry by Jonathan.
My teacher tried to
Hold me down. I took pepper,
Ate her all at once. (jf)
Pictures by Mietzekatze3847, poetry by Jonathan.
How many miles do
We have to travel to find
Our own unicorn? (jf)
Picture by Rubén, poetry by Jonathan.
A last cigarette
For all forgotten stations,
I can smell the gas… (jf)
Picture by Mietzekatze3847, poetry by Jonathan.
From time to time we
Forget what is important:
Carrying our moon. (jf)
Picture by Rúben Darío Lombardozzi, poetry by Jonathan.
We as a CANDYLAND version
Get drunk of neon lollipops out of a cigarette box and change our minds with a watergun. Take a lick from it, sucker.
Text and picture by Noirin & Lyra.
Dwarfs don’t give a f*ck about their long shadows
as long as they look into the light.
Dwarfs don’t give a sh*t about your meadows
as long as they can fight.
Dwarfs use explicit language.
In my mayan night, I wish upon a star for my ancestors to bring, colorful kisses into this world made of steel.
Tlaloc will bring the rain over the corn field, so my people can feed from Xipetotec blessing and Metsi’s feels.
Chocolate, coffee and fresh green
Are very mayan. (jf)