EL SOLITARIO VIGILANTE
Vigo, the forgotten city… Midnight has long gone by… The constantly defiant streets are rampaged by vagrants and scavengers hunting for prey. Behind the shadows, in the dark, she shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my engine… She only goes stiff for a moment…
Are you ok? I asked…
To which she replied with another question: Do you feel lonely?
I’m tired, sick of running… Need to stop
I’ve watched you for days
It’s just not your face
It’s all things I see in your eyes…
Her jaw clicked and slowly I could see her tears…
The pulse of the oily derelict city is creeping after her, but I still see crazy calm on those black eyes…
Photography by KT
Bike: El Solitario Gonzo
Art: Corpses from Hell