plastique

incomprehension

And a little girl was born from the song and the wind and lyed in the socket of my thoughts. And she sleep there and everything becomes her and her sleep: the trees, the thorns, the ropes of all violi...
Posted by plastique on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 05:47:00 PST

improvviso

i was sitting downthere while a shark eat me. It was dark in his stomach and, like pinocchio, i light a candle and blowin' as much i can, the shark gets on fire. E alla fine uscimmo a riveder le stel...
Posted by plastique on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 02:26:00 PST

rasoi sottopelle (la mia)

e non c'è nessun rumore, un silenzio da camera imbottita mentre le ultime stanche idee rimbalzano contro le pareti del mio cervello. Sottopelle spesso vivo, avvolto e imbacuccato. Per poter sbirciare ...
Posted by plastique on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 09:16:00 PST

il caldo

steso ai raggi di sole autunnale, risucchiato in assorti gorgoglii di pensieri, stipato come terra in barba alla morte mi intrattengo. Ma il caldo mi scioglie. (sono di plastica)
Posted by plastique on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 02:03:00 PST