Point Éphémère

Pose, susto, ojos e inseguridad.
Atmósfera pesada, saturada de notas y escasa.
Sudor en las paredes, respirar es jadear.
Chica y cámara apartan humo y hombres despreciables.
Mientras, las suelas apenas se despegan.

I could hardly see her eyes
behind that storm of hair and music.
But didn’t need to.
Just had to imagine a bit.
They were staring at me.

 

club Point Éphémère, Paris, France (2009)