Now look at me with those clear eyes: healed and dry the tracks left by tears.
Now that I speak: dumb screaming just to look.
Now that touch me: the space of several steps, such as slicing minutes long spears.
A tremor vibrates inside you and I feel in my throat. A tic
frightened sobs in his thoughts and I will stop with the temples.
A blow at your back: as someone who invites me to move with awkward shots and rude and coarse, this cluster to your body smelling fragrant sparkles from sweaty skin.
happens to you: I understand it! Amplified
any pain bounces stunned.
're a girl: you have your fingers together, weaving them for fun.
Pam: mirror reflection. And they sent me the phalanges creaked him evil with impunity.
Here First: puppets weak and kidnapped.
Love and fragile.
stunned, stunned, mesmerized, seduced, enveloped in this sense.
Lower your shoulders to admit defeat: his eyes glide on the tips of shoes, in the distance, far away.
I have a body that rolls out on the motorway: the tires as graffiti and memories asphalt in which skin incised on the fifteenth of August.
imagined contact, clutching his groin in a single desire: the one who turned the other will in sconcissime genuflections.
licked thoughts pushbuttons as an open cut and bleeding under the sun, fever and delirium, excitement and dreams.
longed penetration and possession, and free desiring static external joy.
I was hungry but had to devour your flesh of Aquolina: I swallowed the inside of the thighs, was the armpit, cheeks and neck, orbits, lobes and teeth and hair. Everything, in some eternal moment: immaculate and compulsive swallowing phallic.
indescribable and endless orgasm.
A-to-iu.
There must be something you can do to prevent the inevitable.
missing oxygen if your image comes to me as well to tighten lids.
The most vivid memories of this.
's hair, soft and wild: a flavor that makes the heart skip buttocks and, simultaneously, in step with joy and desire.
wave of pure pleasure, tickling and languor, which snaps to the center of the tongue on the palate to draw the outline of your lips mousse.
nostrils breathe the air of a doll, by inserting the tip of my nose in every nook and cranny that wants to meet me.
Do not tell me silly if I say desperate because only after the meeting without a name. I
, simple, expand to hold all of you and sighs of relief and small, because the sight of your soul should never miss.
Do not tell me silly even if I would have hoped, but continue to hope, I have spent years.
Coward yes, in fear of terror.
Now.
The same thoughts were dancing on the shoulders minute, smiles wide and framed in curls held back laughter strong and secure.
was a trail that reminded the safety of the affection which to rest: lame crutch strong feelings and pure.
fill spaces and time stretch, that being miraculous and perfect and only made legendary by the absence. Why
baby was tiny and I became with the move away that skirt billowing around anything. Until the rim
disappear, as the strip that separates sea and sky, leaving only that nothing is highlighted.
A music fades, a color that loses volume. How
dance moves going to die, they are not clapping applause.
The recitation is over: paying a single viewer, the monologue of the tragic disappearance.
And the actor, without a grant, runs away with the collection.
My mother knew how to run.
I apologized, a century of prayers.
For black nails below the knees and skinned by carelessness, broken plates and racks of striped colored pencils, dust hidden the carpet and soiled underwear behind, unannounced delays and poor grades torn from the diary, racing bike without a helmet in front of the TV and the silence, let his beard in the sink and the water left open.
pat on the shoulder by a man sitting in the balance left on the finger of a child left alone.
female voice that never give forgiveness.
My mother knew how to run.
Now.
Slowly I turn. And
yield.
I leave before being left again.
die, decides to kill to avoid being assassinated.
because the feeling unworthy is a monster in the closet and closed the salvation of the 'switch, located on the other side of the room. Buia.
We are again small but finished the game.
I wonder if it's a joke vowing eternal rest and that voice: it becomes serious and distantissimo goodbye.
I apologize I can not forgive: it is your fault that made me love you this way. So I
course: too.
