Lyack Glenwalker:
Tropic of capricorn
Lyack Glenwalker:
Saturn in Leo
Lyack Glenwalker:
Nights
Lyack Glenwalker:
I am not just a monochrome, I am more
Lyack Glenwalker:
Painting me, with the taste of the world in my mouth
Lyack Glenwalker:
#N. 6
Lyack Glenwalker:
Every second that passes is a door that opens to let in what hasn't happened yet
Lyack Glenwalker:
The instants, the millimeters and the shadows of the small things
Lyack Glenwalker:
I am not exactly what you see
Lyack Glenwalker:
I carry on my shoulders the weight of all the battles I have avoided
Lyack Glenwalker:
Sometimes in the storm, when he's already wet, a strip of sky emerges, which feeds the soul
Lyack Glenwalker:
The only intimate sense of things is that they have no intimate sense at all