Life is a wall.
A shift, a texture.
We are made of material.
Cutouts, collages.
Where I am going, where I went.
Who am I?
An office wall, a room, a bedroom.
Who am I?
An office wall, a room, a bedroom.
A romance, a fight.
Nature, human kind.
Who isn't made of changes and rips!
Of faded patterns or freshly painted.
Of faded patterns or freshly painted.
Of discords and harmonies.
Developed by Antoniette Luiza Tambosi
From June 2014