Roses turn to black before they fall cut off through two windows dark my eyes close up white skin grows on them like ice on two lakes dark. * Anneriscono le rose prima di cadere recise attraver… more →
змеяwrote 1 year ago: Roses turn to black before they fall cut off through two windows dark my eyes close up white … more →
wrote 1 year ago: XXVII. The scheme of a leaf in the palms of hands tells the fortune of Autumn. We all keep in … more →
wrote 1 year ago: I want to be stretched like one solitary white line of ants drag my chains of leaves up climb … more →
wrote 2 years ago: You won’t catch me in eyes where I hang reflected, lastly passed behind the water, firm in th … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I. Oggi sai che sono partita da giorni. Non hai saputo cercarmi fino all’ultimo istante. Seduta, in … more →
wrote 2 years ago: This: my face let in the mirror fall. The eyes and mouth get wider awhile: they had not seen it for … more →
wrote 2 years ago: XXII. These hands alone are a little further up the circle of the head tremble by the curve of hair … more →
wrote 2 years ago: XIX. I myself know that print - the snow saved it as I clutched your hands I had no words again, lon … more →