REVERSE VERSES

When down is up,
and time stands still,
love is apathy,
which turns the soul into green.

The smell no longer seduces,
the look does not calm,
the frictions are not sweet,
while my lips call you.

Some people cry happy,
the stories do not narrate more,
the breeze infuriates
and my verses are silent.

Photography and text original
by Michel Camacaro @astory @michelcamacaro