Put soul in chains


They stood there for a long time The two of them. Black and white No motion. Not even a blink an eye Chained together and all alone at once The space between them rippled invisibly as over warmed air above the highway in the hottest summer And they had no clue While one being black and second white, both are still just different shades of grey


Stály tam. Černá a bílá. Spoutané a přitom samy. Prostor mezi nimi se vlnil jako přehřátý vzduch nad silnicí. A netušily, že obě dvě jsou jen různými odstíny stejné šedi.

Photo and styling by Walkers on the Moon

Models: Klara & Pavlina

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