B.
sent me a poem called like this in a dream.
Unfortunately I can not write well as you.
I want to dedicate this effort.
sent me a poem called like this in a dream.
Unfortunately I can not write well as you.
I want to dedicate this effort.
Seeking the core of my notes,
the bare essence of what I relate.
strip away the clothes in bare rooms,
your back and then I'll kiss those feet bare.
Who has the courage to identify themselves.
Seeking the heart of my notes,
naked heart splamato
wasabi sauce and this is the burning sensation?
Matches in the ass of the night.
Phoenicians head of phosphorus sulfur.
diverts attention and I find:
"I pray, as if on an altar,
to yield me, you'll be the mystery woman.
Confessional right ear.
Love me for I have sinned.
Love me in my sacrifice,
Fragile and insecure.
fear that they might lose you. "
will smile smile of my ideals?
Note music for systole and diastole.
internal clock ticking.
will strip the heart,
The alarm clock metronome for stuttering singing.
Sashimi me: fed .
The core of my heart,
cut on sharp blades.
That does not go to waste and hunger is not my sense of emptiness.
wish is that you're hungry.
I'm afraid that I will give, together with a
naked heart, but what I can offer you
is an exotic dish and filthy.
Milano, Porta Venezia 29 8 2009
