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A roar went up chasing

water white juice
forwarded

to steal secrets.

If I want, it is only
of earth and stones.
My lunch is always air
rock, coal, iron .*


Between the folds of the paper is lost

your sleep under the blanket

hours. I look
chewing to digest

ebony ink.

turn, my family. Burn
The lawn of the sounds.
Suck the gay venom
the Castle .* On the marsh


incredulous crowd
hand
the bone of
my tongue.
Man-Sardinian
stone. and cultivates
echo as
were lilies.


MCT


* A. Rimbaud, Fame in A Season in Hell .
Image Lips, Federica Lampis

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white water drift big eyes

Off
large eye remained stranded
drift sorting

lips wedged between bone combs and noise
undertow.

A woman threw her long hair thesis
blacks and arpeggios music whispers
on those strings And bats with faces of children in the light purple
whistled and clapped their wings *


gloves hanging from his arms that mimic
forget caresses
scrape together between the hours. Brushing hair

and boredom. Exact time is his
lagoon.

And crawled head downward down a blackened wall And upside down in air were towers

resounding reminiscent of bells, that kept the hours And voices singing
Fund empty cisterns and exhausted wells .*


between pages crackle with unspoken
paint the face
deleting expression. And I

weaving hair masks. Of the remaining lace and

his hours.

MCT

* TS Eliot's The Waste Land in What the thunder said , p. 139.

Image Dame, Federica Lampis.

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Anger Salome's sad ... Quiet time

Welcome the form

, and make brooms

treading dutifully

anger and sad pieces .

am the flight of the URL, the insinuation of the essence,

come to wake up the jungle and his sailors

flare to invade your fountains

on every place I put my hand blue .*

Braids doll

wide-eyed

frequent sleepless

to fix the horizon

tomorrow.

I told you that you have heard before,

have seen me before it appeared,

I loved you before I espandessi .*

Sanctify the ear

and his pain

grinding nell'otre

old must

words and language far.

are the survivor and the Executioner,

are the azimuth,

where to run, and runs towards me? *

I lost the race

lungs

and observation

svanita sul fondo dell'occhio.

Accolgo the

forma e do Faccio ginestre.

Mary has already suffered all the pains of hell,

you go to lick her feet, she killed her mother ...**

MCT

* J. Haddad, Canto di Lilith Salomè figlia di, in The Return of Lilith.

** C. Jones, Marie love you, Electra album.

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Off the expanse of time

in silent arming

waiting

lashes frills

dust.

I see their two heads in profile, illuminated by a small bedside lamp: his head Jean-Marc resting on the pillow, that of Chantal bending over him, a few inches from his face. She said: "Do not detach her eyes from you. You'll watch again and again ".*

events looks

compounds

curled on

waves adjacent to the intersection

wrists.

And, after a pause: "I am afraid when my eyelids are lowered. Fear that the moment when my eyes off for you creep a snake, a rat, or another man '.**

Smoothing fingers

without

the ebb of time

caress temporal

embrace unusual.

He tried to lift a little to be able to touch her lips.

She shook her head: "No, I just want to watch."

And then: "I will leave the lamp on all night. Every night ».***

mock the dawning light

property between

eyes to the window.

innocent mocks the night. To my wrists

jewelry snakes.

MCT

* M. Kundera, Identity , p. 175.

** Ibid p.176.

*** Ibid.

In image Steh Frau in Rot, 1913, Egon Schiele.

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caress the whirlpool perfumes ...


body from the body

filled

made ink

perfume

eats meat.

All the many fragrances that emanates your mouth

are fragrant clouds of sweetness that kill.

My body is like amphora made of dark night

pouring his essence in you, divine madness! *

divine madness

gaping mouth

answer from Eddy

world

spitting saliva

and prophecy.

words. Everything I tried to communicate that experience, was and is to paraphrase. For the thing that spoke out of me, we do not have names. I was his mouth, not my will. It was first landing, before I give voice to what I dictated .**

injected into the body

scent of words

intertwined in a snare.

I row

flowers and names.

ties his hands.

Cassandra.

MCT

* F. García Lorca, The woman away - Sonnet sensual in Sonnets of a dark love. Poems of love and eroticism. Unpublished maturity.

** C. Wolf, Cassandra , p. 132.

Hidden Picture and Mirror , Federica Lampis.

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The Italian short film "Big Bang Boom Big "The film makers' Blue 'won the 5th edition of the Festival of Animation in Bucharest. Built in 2010, the film, with the technique of stop motion and using both graffiti and installations, a non-scientific theory of' evolution and its consequences (video from YouTube).

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