You speak good
raising your stick from the ground
but you don’t close your eyes.
The otherwise fuck us this
inability to imagine anything
nothing else than the always pressed on the eyes
about the darkness one fears above all
what is no more dark.
It’s a start.
Don’t leave it to the rain.
Originally posted in Italian on October 5, 2008 at 2:52
Mu
Two messy eyebrows
one little childhood scar.
The skyline on the sand
and four drops of green tea.
So one writes blank.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
[You speak good]
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