THEO

The first guy, watches me like a piece of meat

The second guy, looks like a broken toy

The third guy, jumps like a monkey in my back

But the closed jail keep them in some safety world

At the end of the hallway, you can hear the silence which invades the light, the space and the quiet of the wind

Without any name, he doesn't have iron bars, only glass, without light, only your shape on this cage

The tale told that this psycho, loco, eats the doves with his teeth made of olive branches

One day the dove escapes from her pinky house

One day the dove escapes from a purple party

One day the dove escapes from a darker car

One day the dove escapes from a black dress