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The Hole

I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me.
I end up with holes in my chest.

Questa è la cosa bella dell’essere umani…viviamo una volta sola, ma possiamo sempre scegliere la storia della nostra vita…

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  1. PEACE WITH YOUR BODIE

    Your fingers, scissors between life and love,
    dig in the cave sparks of fire,
    knife that cuts my sex,
    floods with colors and shadows
    nozzles of poisonous gases that explode
    and devour my veins
    with the harmonious flames of passion.
    Your body, the dome of the temple
    dedicated to the god of the living skies,
    contracts, expands, lets me penetrate
    on the darkness of the cave,
    illuminates it, explodes
    like a star in the galaxy of creation.

    PACE CON IL TUO CORPO

    La tue dita, forbice tra la vita e l’amore
    scavano nella caverna scintille di fuoco
    coltello che taglia il mio sesso,
    s’inonda di colori e ombre
    ugelli di gas velenosi che esplodono
    e divorano le mie vene
    con le fiamme armoniose della passione.
    Il tuo corpo, cupola del tempio
    dedicato al dio dei cieli viventi
    si contrae si dilata, mi lascia penetrare
    nell’oscurità della caverna,
    la illumina, deflagra
    come una stella nella galassia della creazione.

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