Chiaroscuro: Grey Graffiti of a Complex Mind.

She closed the shutters, returned home, and pranced on the bed, only to be flooded with the light that lies beneath the closed shutters of her eyes. The book amasses the heaps that otherwise piles up in the forlorn corners in a mans life. It tries to present an otherwise pale countenance of the random drawings on the walls of a dreamer, an idealist. Written in the ink of reverie, dont be confused if the script wanders, for it is directed by a mind that, far away from the protocols, wanders ...