the Star Map sends contradictory signals: it manages a sealed life, and then opens
unexpected spiragli, and raising the eyebrow lifts a sledge of heavy
fabric opening glimpses on a landscape made of meadows downhill and steep
Cliffs.
unexpected spiragli, and raising the eyebrow lifts a sledge of heavy
fabric opening glimpses on a landscape made of meadows downhill and steep
Cliffs.
I made a leap
back I, that I did not expect any lampshades of light though I had noted, inside me, some subtle aspects like wings of libellula, where veins
impalpable support a transparent veil capable of flying.
back I, that I did not expect any lampshades of light though I had noted, inside me, some subtle aspects like wings of libellula, where veins
impalpable support a transparent veil capable of flying.
The exchange of views
was quick and fast, a flash to which a lightning responded, while the chest
his inflated, opened his legs and instinctively stood before me,
instead I was turning on myself, the look on the shoulder, the brain terrified
from the vision of the tear, incredulous in front of all that he said
raising the coltre that covers the Map of the Stars: – you are not
read the map – told me his thought in the middle of the noise of the world.
was quick and fast, a flash to which a lightning responded, while the chest
his inflated, opened his legs and instinctively stood before me,
instead I was turning on myself, the look on the shoulder, the brain terrified
from the vision of the tear, incredulous in front of all that he said
raising the coltre that covers the Map of the Stars: – you are not
read the map – told me his thought in the middle of the noise of the world.
Incredulous, I am
Missing the word.
Missing the word.
And I'm sure
He didn't realize that I was scared by the vision of the squirrel. He is a man, men do not
They realize my fear and confuse my silence with indifference.
He didn't realize that I was scared by the vision of the squirrel. He is a man, men do not
They realize my fear and confuse my silence with indifference.
Then I'm alone,
confused, and the morning after all it seems only the fruit of my imagination.
confused, and the morning after all it seems only the fruit of my imagination.
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