With Patrice, I will start to travel all over the world, all over his world.
Story teller from fallen times.
He lies as he breathes and laughs as he sweats.
His arms are too long, his legs too stubborn,
His chest falls behind him when his legs stumble.
His house has a wide open view onto the sea, barricade for the horizon
You can come in easily, and may leave a long time after, defeated by rum.
Time and events that happened here repeat themselves again and again.
Until the day where night falls, and it is dark.