Julien CeccaldiSex is WorkSeptemberSep 21st - NovemberNov 7th, 2019Gaga Mexico City
“If God made us in his image
If so was His will
He should have taken umbrage
At the ill-inhabited Evil
Who infiltrates and feeds
On the immaculate innocence
Of my gentle child-like soul
I would like to understand
In this paradox
I am not complicit
Suffer, as another
Slips within me
Without logic
I leave myself
As satanic as I am
Angelic.
While each time we chat
We let ourselves drift
I do believe by heritage
My silence is murderous
You find me looking pale
Fixed to your oh so tender eyes
I might just inadvertently
With scissors cleave them”
Lyrics by Mylène Farmer (Sans Logique, 1988)