Windmills of Your Mind

© Tim Gallo.

Sometimes I imagine that the room we’re in – whirls silently in space. Like an apple in that song by Dusty Springfield. Oh, what a song – bright and sad just like you.

Maybe it is all this spinning that makes us drunk and heavy. We get sucked into honesty, like heavy stones thrown into the ocean.

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

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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

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