Oct 18, 2022

© Tim Gallo.

Every so often, it visits me. A cold needle breaks through. Ripped apart tightly stretched cloth of my heart — white.
A gap into the dark void blooms like a flower — black.
My mind is like a drunken bee wonders in its bosom. Aimlessly. Yet free.

Soon it comes…

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Sep 29, 2022

© Tim Gallo.

I follow the trail on your white porcelain-like neck that leads right to the Eastern star of my dreams.

A drop of ink — la petite mole on your cheek is black, but you should know that on film — it shines like a bright star in an inverted void…

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Sep 19, 2022

© Tim Gallo.

I bite at you like mosquito bites at a porcelain doll. Fruitlessly.

You are a well gazing into the sky — reflecting the uninterrupted flow of dreams. “Sometimes to dream — one needs another…” I think pointing a mirror box with film at you.

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Aug 2, 2022

© Tim Gallo.

I imagine diving deep into the sea. Translucent curtains of light slowly drown into the darkness. Self-illumined blue of sand underneath.

There. There is a shell. A flickering flash, a pearl inside the open salty mouth that immediately closes as soon as I try to touch it.

I need to…

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Jul 16, 2022

© Tim Gallo.

I have a feeling I can’t shake. Holding you is like holding a cup full to the brim — any movement and emotions will spill. Its good I am Master of still photography.
I have a word meaning of which I can’t apprehend. Talking to you is like talking inside the…

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Tim Gallo

Based in Tokyo Japan, I work as celebrity portrait photographer. Sometimes Movie Director. Occasionally poet. I apologise for not perfect english. timgallo.com