FINE ARTS

Shkelqim Qestaj – Cirque d’amour

by Shkelqim Qestaj

The sky lacks wings. We’re still looking for those places. Places to love and embrace each other. Modern comfort. In the starless morning, you bring me roses, I send you back with thorns. Outdated body and soul. We never lose sight of the shadow for the prey. Balance is our law. We leave to explore what lies behind the wall. We can walk a tightrope without danger. Dance without falling into the void.