Off Camera

The wind howls between the two sleepy bodies
Their heavy eyelids are hypnotised by the flashing rush of emotions
Captive hands fly over the keyboards like the bearer of a tenuous link
 

Kisses in delicious abundance... whenever… everywhere…
We won't forget our declarations,
I declare a state of permanent happiness, like you, dear Georges Moustaki
Let us fly higher and more gracefully

Press Conference

Some "in the line-up" look more like they're "out of it"

The conversation stalls

Cloaking the demands of the confessional

In a forgetful present