Marco Barsanti
In the spring of felt, insolence m'encens, I covered your skin from my shadow misleading, my life widow. The laughter fell against the window immaculate. Your lips, sardonic insomnia, enjoyed, enjoyed in rain, bent. On
ocean passions later I was on your breasts to dance a ballet of grammar.
My stomach is starred in empty deserts. Everything was in Athens. Your laughter miracle mirages pale in me apparently committed suicide. I was a joker and broke the wine of our meetings, carrying in my obvious joke secrets. In the refinery of your kidneys, thousand winds mellowed, but I hoped nothing, your breasts vanished ...
After storms m'évidant of our shared universe, I cut out your silhouette with a chisel in my youth.
Thou waltzing with my solitude, discovery, both of us all. I enjoyed the day your ass deceased opium, your flesh so crazy, cathedrals and farewell. Our desires new, more beautiful than black, buried in the gondola of madness, rose up in elegy.
m'affalais And I echo your eyes to the infidels, in other arms than those which ensure you viciously. Valium Wandering heart where I myself, I plunged into darkness at your age now.
I took the opera of our nightmares impossible. By sickly, I t'exquise in smoke - a perennial paint that disguises your Poe.
But come on, dance, trance, rancid vomit in your dreams melancholy! Religiously you kissed me nowhere to orgasm. When the window the day charcoal, was leaking vain, I gave a good chop the alarm castle.
I dipped my fingers in the bohemian your hair, then dying in me the scent immediately. And I am dead to gold sirens. Unforgettable when we are alone, you who like what I do not say, to join the woman in the poison.
I know some lovers who have stuck their hearts with nuclear power plants.
