When lights goes down

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What was the color of your face?
Was that smile, a trace?
A stranger waits in a strange place
the coming of a new day
Before the fire, it was all dark
It’s when man discovered the mark
And the world was never the same again
But it still spin in vain
Travels the time in a late train
The bridge between the heart and his very brain

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Carlos aus Tokyo

International player, attitude holder, tattooist of the masses. ロス、リオ, 東京, アムス、アントワープ、リエージュ、ドルトムンド、ケルンと世界を渡り、彫り歩く。タトゥーはその土地土地の空気を表す手段という解釈で今日も胸いっぱい彫ります