Pés do Quotidiano

"Anjos do Antagonismo"

Music : Johnny Favourite - Trevor Jones

*Photos by Mad Hatter

Livro de Ferro

"O Ramo Verde"

Photo by Alice

O Grande Rei está a morrer,
Na Almofada do Esquecimento.
Pregada ao Mar pelas mãos de Oito Patas,
Áine chorou nas barbas dos Nove Oceanos.

Music : Closure - Arcana

A Lavadeira

"Lavando os Sonhos"

Photo by Alice

Trabalha seriamente.

Mas, não leves o trabalho a sério...

The sweetest Hair of last Summer

"A broken Pigtail"

Photo by Alice

Music : I Am Goodbye - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Ballerina Blues

Delicate dance without the Chiffon Smile

Photo by Alice

Apocalyptic Breakfast

My Ragnarok morning comes with Scrambled Eggs and rusty Toasts

Photo by Alice

Ageing

The Candy-Colors outside

Photo by Alice

Egg Lab

Some experiments can blow your Head Off

Photo by Alice

O Elefante

Photo by Alice

Musica : In the Garden of Souls - Vas

Climbing Crab

Under de Sea of City Trash

Photo by Alice

Smoke of Comfort

Some Boats never sail...

Photo by Alice

Scrapbook

Riding between the lines,

of open spaces

in my memory

*Photo and Work by Alice

Belly Button

"Umbilical Tracing"

Photo by Alice

Machinarium Stomach

A clean lick in the Fork’s Vow set the table on another Established Food.

Photo by Alice

Music : Svetimas Netgi Ateitu - Lethe

Postais de Rua

Photo and Work by Alice

Ruas de paredes entre a distancia que nos separa.
Nos vidros da tua Janela, uma casa que se parte.
Sorrisos de Simpatia enfática que ficou,
Na ferrugem dos teus actos.

Tentativas entubadas num respiradouro desamparado como,
Uma bengala de desistências que apoia as tuas pernas de Ferro.

Sensibilidade que escarafunchei no betão da tua pele,
Perdeu-se nas oportunidades que fantasiei,
Quando te escrevi,

Um Postal de Rua.

Unstoppable Train

Now I never gonna tell...

...You

Photo by Alice


Music : Shelter - The XX

Individuality

Fragile by Strength

Photo by Alice

Question

Mark

Photo by Alice

Tree Mask

"Immovable"

Photo by Alice

Temple of Sand

As I entered the meandering Gates,
The king’s name vanished in the Hot Ground,
And the Hourglass made of queen’s skin,

Was broken…

Photo by Alice

A breathing Friend, buried in the corners of Sand,
Like all the earth creatures standing dry in the walls.

I raked the water of this Desert to found the stones,
Hidden in the eyes of Space…

…sleeping in the Relinquishing World’s.