then, you realize
Behind each slogan, hides a marketing lie
Like in every believe, there is a lie
Suffocated.
Worried,
If one day, your soul compromise
What if, it wears out and dies out
Gradually, you lose it all
little by little,
without any notice.
The soul in which he was talking about,
A photographer in Venice wrote gently behind his photo and handed to you,
"I like your soul"
It was a black and white photo finished by a few strokes of colors,
the lost wonderland of his childhood,
Venice has become another city as he grew up
: More tourists, less originality.
That's what we try to avoid.
Brussels, Belgium. |
A black lady praying at an old cathedral. |
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