The ghost of a smile for the smile of a ghost. Eyesight for the blind, there’s a hidden world behind. You’re black you signed, search for the room but still won’t find. No glitter but doom, a nightmare will be coming soon. Whispering noise is all you hear, rehearsing madness in your ear. Music for the eye, a midget holds a tinkling bell. Impossible to rest in the ghost hotel.
Foto: © Caroline Barberis, 2009