Keluar Coralline Entremuralhas 2015

This saltsick rest is over, lay crushed on the rusted stones. The sand has all been swallowed, its wrapped in the undertow. The bay is only shallow enough to repeat this game of wound and follow to the edge of the sea. Colour me insane, Ill take you where the coast divides the sorrow. This is my terrain, Ill take you there to show you on what the suffering depends. Bellicose spray cuts right through me, birds fall halfdead, clouds are rolling into the shore. I saw it all.