Revelation
Riding the rigs like horse carriages of the old Young crouching idol calls out her worshippers Can you bear the truth, or do you want more lies Your doom is the fruit of your own questions The idol is no oracle, but the revelation of your fantasies Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival […]
Hiding beauty behind a bejewelled mask is supreme refinement We can’t wait for the one thousand and one nights to pass So we just stare in awe as the apparition slowly disappears There will be no revelation, no redemption or salvation… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery
Beauty crosses our wanderings in this dark world Suddenly we are blinded by a dazzling light But revelation is not redemption We carry our mortal sins in our errance Tucked away in a little black purse Red glasses, like the regret of the claret we spilled Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery