PHOTOS- THE FEMALE ZOO
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
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
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