Gianni Fetani

Myspace CodesLivesAnd so they go and die the same way they live.I speak of lives given to the light of serene love, and while they flow like streams, they keep that light inside eternally inseparable, just as the sky glints in rivers, just as suns flow through the skies. I speak of lives given to the light. . .I speak of brief lives draping a woman’s rubied lips, just as votive offerings, silver hearts, are draped on the icon-screen up front. These lives on a woman’s beloved lips are likewise humble and true. I speak of brief lives draping. . .No one mistrusts them. Just as - quiet and dark and foreign and sad - they follow the footstep, the idea of a lithe woman (and she isn’t mistrusted), so they will droop toward the earth, will fade quietly. No one mistrusts them. . .They moved uncertainly - faint as stars at the hour of dawn - through the thought of a passing woman who, so she could keep going happily, didn’t notice the lives which fade slowly like the soul of a morning lamp. They moved uncertainly - faint. . .