martedì 2 dicembre 2008

tectonic movements

Empty rain slaps night in the face.
The bathtub is filled with huge pieces of ice and black butterflies. Fermina steps in naked, the butterflies disintegrate and the ice melts instantly.

"You, I life you.Because when I crush your bones and chew on your flesh, I'm feeding myself with beauty and sublime poetry. When you are not, I feed myself with nothingness. No lows, no ups. Pure nothing. And it's the only circumstance I can start to fall in love with myself."

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