They talk a lot about time. The time that eats your face, takes the wet taste out of your skin and kisses even softer your lips…the time. They talk too much about this monster. But to me, whom was raised watching the beauty and the beast, listening to great stories about the notre dame hunchback and about the gypsies in their shoes and guitars, everything is the opposite: I’ve always been a monster fan… a good nightmare that will push you, that will find you and that will make you be more, better in your terms. Time. A question of terms? Yes indeed.
