Victor Tailler

If you could write about yourself to the whole world or to fucking nobody… What would you write? What will you tell? Your secrets? Your dreams? Maybe everything? Maybe nothing at all… My name is Victor Tailler. My existence is my music. A tree without any roots travelling the world through my little old notebooks. 28 years of waiting created some giant holes of passion and desire in my bloody heart. Holding my guilt in one hand and my guitar in the other … It was only today that I’ve promised you I’d kill anyone that put a sugar tear in your deep blue eyes… Including myself. Is it really just us my friends? Are we the only ones that still believe? I put my life in a suitcase, took one hour exactly. I promised to call and I did… I’m in touch without touching… And I really miss you all… Forgive me my friends…forgive me mother… If you could write about yourself to the whole world or to fucking nobody… What would you write? Love Victor.