Hail, Mute Devil! You Are The Most

...i Am The Immense Shadow Of My Tears

The One Thing Life Has Taught Me Is That Most People Spend Their Lives Bottled Up Inside Their Houses Doing The Things They Hate.

I've Often Lost Myself, In Order To Find The Burn That Keeps Everything Awake

The Duende....where Is The Duende? Through The Empty Archway A Wind Of The Spirit Enters, Blowing Insistently Over The Heads Of The Dead, In Search Of New Landscapes And Unknown Accents: A Wind With The Odour Of A Child's Saliva, Crushed Grass, And Medusa's Veil, Announcing The Endless Baptism Of Freshly Created Things.

Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation And Mechanization.