Numero 26

Come se non corressi da cent’anni. Come se ci fosse solo sabbia sotto le unghie, sabbia attorno alle palpebre. Come se non sentissi più la sete tanta l’abitudine di affondare in mare. Come non ci fosse altro rumore che il ronzio, altro gusto che il neutro. Come se non vedessi più luce e colori. Come … Continue reading Numero 26

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Number 8

A pink hole, a worm it tells you where to kiss it points you the gallantry When was the last time you got lost? Where were you? It is the hole on my hand that makes the harvest slides and I think about the future, I won't face it today today there is only the … Continue reading Number 8

Number 7

Rattled, delightfully unstable over some water ground, cold in the cheeks and soggy in the pants. I ride over the cabblestones, over the mortal tram lines, over the hills which used to scare me and the shops who don't call at me. There is you, there is only you everywhere... I am scared to fall. … Continue reading Number 7