Tim Gallo

© Tim Gallo.

A path to the heart is a path through a pavilion of tears. Oh, woman, it does not take a lot to make you cry… all you want is to be seen. Tears wash away all masks that we made you wear.

I wonder why we create a society where…

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© Tim Gallo.

I see a hand. It flows and grows
Over my head.
Flowers and lovers, I dreamed,
All living and dead
Lined on the palm of the hand.

Its a hand of my father — my home,
An echo of which I become,
It grabs me behind, by my neck.
Cracks go through my…

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Tim Gallo

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