dedicated to Pieta



As the nights get shorter and

the dreams play along Imagechildren games

i shall speak about love

the house is full of fragments  of love the tempests of freedom have left over…

love is a jewel/ a step/ a station/ a path…

knowing that i look in the mirror

and the mirror wants to  devour me

but i just keep telling stories…




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