Women's Friendship
There are words
that shape the air, come out from a blank sheet, from an email for example, and
are nice to draw shiny curves of an intense blue but with a
thin tracked, as well as when you look through an ancient glass, so
subtle looks like that amp and it is only the intense blue stretch that gives thickness
and lightness. There are words that when they shape the air they gather close
close and mark a rock, like an anfract from which a dark shadow stands
tending to black. And black is always so dense, so dangerously dark
especially when it comes to contrast it to the transparent ether marked by
Traits cerulei.
that shape the air, come out from a blank sheet, from an email for example, and
are nice to draw shiny curves of an intense blue but with a
thin tracked, as well as when you look through an ancient glass, so
subtle looks like that amp and it is only the intense blue stretch that gives thickness
and lightness. There are words that when they shape the air they gather close
close and mark a rock, like an anfract from which a dark shadow stands
tending to black. And black is always so dense, so dangerously dark
especially when it comes to contrast it to the transparent ether marked by
Traits cerulei.
There are wordsthat stand on the horizon of normality, arise from a solid track
of clear and clean ground, a road that is in the norm of normal things. I am
words that suddenly obscure the sight, because they stand between us and
road, between the road and the horizon, and give body to a figure of clean woman
and bright, made of thin crystal, hand blown by expert hand,
bare from the iron when it was still glowing ball, cooled by the breath
warm vasary, loose and remodeled with new intersections, a ball
glowing that it is warmer than fire incredibly hanging on a stick of
cable.
There are words
who know how to shape ancient pains, and I look at these words, which also
I suffer ancient pains and I wish they were only mine and no one else,
because only listening to those of others in part I live my own.
who know how to shape ancient pains, and I look at these words, which also
I suffer ancient pains and I wish they were only mine and no one else,
because only listening to those of others in part I live my own.
I saw today.
admirable construction made by these words, clean, simple, without hatred,
without pain, without recrimination, without judgment: I saw them arrive in
my mail and shape in the air a track equal to mine, because the pain is
always pain, wherever it comes, and the vacuum is always terribly
empty, blades are always sharp, whether they are small knives or katane
rounds or edges of a sheet of paper, and the evil you feel is always bad,
from wherever it comes.
admirable construction made by these words, clean, simple, without hatred,
without pain, without recrimination, without judgment: I saw them arrive in
my mail and shape in the air a track equal to mine, because the pain is
always pain, wherever it comes, and the vacuum is always terribly
empty, blades are always sharp, whether they are small knives or katane
rounds or edges of a sheet of paper, and the evil you feel is always bad,
from wherever it comes.
I watched him.
spectacular result of these words, which in a few lines have outlined a
life, created anfracts
modestly hidden, polished the sinuous curves of the shoulders, filled with life
what seems empty and cold today.
spectacular result of these words, which in a few lines have outlined a
life, created anfracts
modestly hidden, polished the sinuous curves of the shoulders, filled with life
what seems empty and cold today.
And I came
in mind the very letter that the Carro wrote to me, when with his words
enlighted himself to me, putting himself in broad light, showing himself naked at times,
talk about himself and his life, that his words, like yours, shaped the
between me and him, and I promised him that I would take care of his words and
but he did not understand.
in mind the very letter that the Carro wrote to me, when with his words
enlighted himself to me, putting himself in broad light, showing himself naked at times,
talk about himself and his life, that his words, like yours, shaped the
between me and him, and I promised him that I would take care of his words and
but he did not understand.
And I admired
your words and the precious
construction, halfway between me and the horizon, on a road that is no longer a
road, but a robust grass path, an intense green, which creates a
soft layer on which to lay your feet.
your words and the precious
construction, halfway between me and the horizon, on a road that is no longer a
road, but a robust grass path, an intense green, which creates a
soft layer on which to lay your feet.
Of this pasta
are your words.
are your words.
I'll take you away.
me, not be afraid, that friendship between women is as strong as love between man and
woman. And what you want
that burns you in reality and gives you shape, and where you think there is empty you
instead makes room for you to read what you wrote and find
in those words that shape the truth of your shadows, the acute edge of
glass cut, the blue ceruleus of an ancient vase.
me, not be afraid, that friendship between women is as strong as love between man and
woman. And what you want
that burns you in reality and gives you shape, and where you think there is empty you
instead makes room for you to read what you wrote and find
in those words that shape the truth of your shadows, the acute edge of
glass cut, the blue ceruleus of an ancient vase.
Inside you,in your words, in the masterful construction that they have created and not
outside, not in a man, or in another man, or in that man there and only in that.
Not in my words, in those of the cards, of the friends, of the wise
preach knowledge and live sin (the sin of lukepidume, of
vita sopportata, delle scelte mantenute per codardia e non per coraggio, del
fingere di credere e del credere per finta).
Fidati delle mie
parole: che Dio è grande e tutto è fatto per il meglio.
parole: che Dio è grande e tutto è fatto per il meglio.
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