Thursday, December 29, 2011

BITTER LASTING LIQUID - HER BLOOD HEATS SLOWLY.



I would have burned inside of myself-
If I hadn't learnt how to feel it.
A rapture of midnight meshes under 12 full moons-
If I didn't want to have everything you touched,
you would have known something else.

The moon she follows me, with her winds under-
It doesn't matter how much she accompanies me.
How long she kept her blue life aside, just to regret.

So dense she rises with the morning that smelled of moist caramel hair-
Indulging, so that it doesn't matter as much-
Becoming familiar with what she forgets.

Bitter lasting liquid- her blood heats slowly
sometimes for hours-
Through fire highly concentrated.

Bitter lasting never too late-
to suddenly pull her here again, white and docile.
She feels it in the night again,
She saw me in the night again.
And again she dreamed with the night.

For her- for life - for eternal bleeding- for infinite fire.
She leaves me-
with all her moonlight
behind.


TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO






Thursday, October 13, 2011

A SILENCE FOR DAHLIA.


She remembered awkward space-
Out of everything, through everything
He would never know her human relationship.
How her voice pure hearted reached the verge of recognition-
Tiresome diagnosed imagination
Her world was changing, everything else was still.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO

Monday, September 5, 2011

FOUND IN HER STOMACH FIRST.



Don't even think about it-
in the past that was a taboo.
It use to come in small doses of haunting moments,
In the past it was as if the super natural over took her body.
What a shame-
Must be the blood that feeds her mind with a plague of dreams.

It fills her up- making her eyes roll black.
A spectacular disease of perfection.
An infinite deliticassen of intoxication.
and those who saw her -
they didn't even waste their time.
For them this woman was like venom to crime.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO






Sunday, August 28, 2011

FIRST OF D A H L I A .


In my streams of consciousness Dahlia appeared -
Ambiguous and omnipresent to consume me.
I begin to reconsider my memory-
Dahlia you were born from Olympia,
from heartache or nightmare-
Now you see me die in complications.
Now you see this contagious venom of life you have given to me.

Dahlia- Child travel within me.
Take this moment to come and engage with me -
in absense or in death -
A year will pass in which you will cut right though my golden flesh.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

HANDS CURSED BY 13.

Why cant you lay inexistent to others,
be my anonymous lover.
Maybe then I would understand what it feels like to be left alone,
in your presence draped in lights that bring you alive.

Your non real movements,
the non real ecstasy from morning to night.
Find me looking for you with no eyes,
I couldn't describe- how I found you, no real
sense, no real life.

My life-
the phantom pregnancy of desires ovulating-
the creations of never lasting lover inside.

TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO

Monday, July 18, 2011

TANGLED SOLITUDE.

How could I have been so oblivious-
Licking off my body taste, the summer days
had more sunlight at night.

Habitual rhythms of feeling alive-
oh, if only you could understand.
If only I could realize-
the moaning sounds of a deep dive.

Love me, fill me in with the depth of your eyes.
Elevate my senses towards a better place where my body meets a full sunrise.
Help me overcome this longing of time.

Golden noir , you fall so quickly down my hands.
But at the same time your overpowering density begins to take over my body.
Beginning to carry a dense shine of memory,
growing-
growing to reach my floors once again.

This time you grip on me tight-
blinding me giving me tangled solitude all throughout the night.

TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO



Sunday, July 17, 2011

F L U S H .


PHOTOS- THE FEMALE ZOO

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011

STRANGER YOUR HANDS ARE WELCOME.


From the perspective of the bed your hands looked so close-
to mine.
I could feel the friction in between my fingers
as if inside of you lay a thousand sheets-
of softness.

From the horizon, the wind you blew-
past my neck-
that of an oceans strange breeze
which invites you to currents of -
nausea.

Holding my eyes back towards the darkness of the room-
the light that crept in and exposed passing
by the cracks and ripples of my hair.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO



Wednesday, June 22, 2011

CHAMBRE S O L A R I S .


Stranger, Stranger-

Your hands are welcome.

Hands, I know your feeling so strange.

Like the ones I had before.

You probably thought I would constantly be coming back?

Well I found myself in the same situation as a couple of years ago-

but this time I had nothing to write about.


TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I SPOKE IT THROUGH SLOWLY.



I told her what to do-
I took her through the night.
I took her fingers- all five.
Close to one another-
holding them all in between her thighs.

I lead her to push them in-
A bit tighter.
A bit farther.

I told her she had to reach in.

I said-
Disconnect for a bit.

I told her- Think about her lips soaking right next to mine.

I followed her- watching her fingers loose the way.

As she began to loose herself as well.

I told her to remain.

She said-

Now you know how I feel?


TEXT THE FEMALE ZOO



Sunday, May 22, 2011

A FLORA-LA BESE.


An early thought that behaves just-
like a woman I had met before.

Flora come and introduce the body-
my body to spring.

Golden crisp -
Give me the sex-
that sex that reaches up to you.

Flora- I think I'm in love.
Flora, with you.
Don't make me change season-

A season after having just bloomed.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

MAISON DE TOLERANCE. P A R I S . IV


I don't know what it is-
That you have to keep looking.
Without you looking over me-
where would I be?

And all around me -
Places I suddenly see without you.
Ill be long- suddenly the wonder.



TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Monday, April 25, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

SHE CAN MISPLACE HER THOUGHTS.


The behaviour of the woman seemed so unsettling-
Her rigid fingers moving swiftly through the air,
speaking to male with their own sign language.
Her eyes would look the other way- never looking at
his eyes. Her eyes would travel to the other side of the street and back-
following thin air as if she could see the invisible and speak to the absent.
He gripped onto her left arm firmly-
speaking very close to her ears.
I couldn't understand what was being said,
but she would smile from time to time only when she looked up to the sky.
Pacing her steps to his words-
His rhythm took the whole afternoon leaving with the sunlight.
-
-

And when the moon came to be with her she showed her eyes.

With a little hum on her lips.

TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO



Wednesday, April 6, 2011

ONE WILL STOP TO REMEMBER LOVE.


I'll stop by the bedroom every morning, just to arrange my bedsheets so that they match the outline of your breasts. I couldn't resist I had to lay my dry hands on those dry sheets and move along the outlines of your dry presence. From time to time- I collect strands of your hair and every evening I would suffocate myself right before mother walks into the room and whispers to my left ear-
Son love is suicide.

TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO
PHOTO- LUCA GUARINI

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

TRANQUILITY BEYOND WORDS.

What your sleep brings to you.
I would have to understand.

TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO


Monday, March 28, 2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011

HOMME FATAL.



She was found-
Like she had been digested through mystery.

She was seen-
Like she had been born- and reborn making love to rebirth.

She was heard-
As if she was the immaculate voice of feeling.

She was felt-
As if opium had turned her into a rose petal dipped in sour milk.

She was tasted-

Like when you use to hold her legs open upon the moonlight.

She was smelt-
As if she had laid her naked hands across the whole city.

She lasted-

As if she sewed herself to you.


TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO