After
the scream, with the eyes follow your hand. You take something
invisible in the air, you hatts off the nails and compress with all your
strength, with anger, with pleasure, with pain, with all your ghosts
around you.I
wanted to be one of them. Soon because of not enough to be there with
you, loving you skin to skin, kiss kiss, installed in the splendour of
seeing you and smell you, will give you joy" ... with eyes and hands and
mouth. There was something deeper and more lasting, as if in your hands
open blow a mysterious door toward the invisible, that place where your
ghosts are always your lovers. From
there some of them visit your body, often in unexpected ways. I wanted
to be one of the entering and leaving well of your dreams, your
pleasures, and seem me in your hands suddenly, when you least expect. When
even in the skin of any other you discover new depths that, perhaps,
are only between your fingers, in the most invisible of them where I
wanted to stay i now.
I
wanted to help transform myself into one of those listed in your
screams, into your hands tight, tense in your teeth, your scratches, in
your almost painful joy. After the scream you opened your gate of ghosts
and eagerly we love with them until a cry long, happy and sustained, it
made me feel that I'd never get out because of that other cry that is
invisible to me your body.
Dark Tears
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