The exhibitions of Seb Russo

Les Expos de Seb Russo

I remember, it was just before the storm.
The water in the river was still blue.
The dogs had left the games on the side of the guitar.
On the black highways my steps do not follow the colors of the sky before the storm.
The tears are no longer on the other side of the wall, there are those who count, others who count.
the machines for weaving sadness are enchanted.
The world is crazy, the world is crazy.
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