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.
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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