Saturday, July 24, 2010

'east Indian Escorts'

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I dreamed last night instead of being in a closed environment, semi-furnished (a room of an apartment, an office, a shop) to look at the ceiling and noticed a large circular patch of ink - more dense in the center - drops that dripped to the floor. It was an infiltration of the cosmos, because going out and looking to the sky I realized (and a few others I can not remember who) that it had become all blue ink. The amount of sky available to my view, such as hyper-text, I also offered a frame for updating the world map which indicates that the blue stain had - until then - only half flooded hemisphere (the one where I was I), while the other was still white.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Kate's Playground Hi Res

ancient sea

(Photo by Diana Ilaria, "The Decline of the soul ...")

I saw the sun

honeyed Sea

salt water at the bottom of Always

refractions and gold you

by the song of cicadas foreboding

among the scents of the forest sand

flowered shores of the avenue

washed with tears fatal

the descent of tenderness

that inviolate heart of abandonment,

I get lost in this beauty

no one from a penalty that I do not understand.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Clitoral Hood Piercing



So last night I dreamed of being a concert of Giorgio Gaber, thinking that in recent years had made a mistake considerable reputation dead, and soon after met and walked from that Curreri and walked arm in arm and Gascon, and stopped - nice - to know me.