Overdue

Je sens l'orage ma peau se tend
Dans mes nerfs
les nappes de brise
Cindent
NOISE
The first rain chord to slash the town opens a symphony in jubilation.
It's raW desire and cigarette smoke tracing a ladder to the skies.
It's sitting on a balcony, soaked and wanting.
You must go naked in the storm. Offer yourself, and lose it in the fury.

Soleil cou coupé par le désir du ciel.