.... Today no fine phrase from TRC or xxxHolic ... xkè I'll put things in "poetic" ... more than anything else ... but overlook depressive .. I changed my blog title ... so why was spinning and èerchè is the same poetry XD
ice desert
Where the lights touch the sea,
where the sea makes fire
and burns on the skin
like salt on the wound,
where my heart lies wounded
under meters of ice cold
on which dance with great dexterity,
am, there, I cried bitter tears over my wings
broken by the pain of loneliness.
And I feel fragile,
like shards of glass that trample
barefoot, and my circle wave s' widens
at every step,
every drop of blood
that falls from my body with agonizing slowness,
a step
another step,
and then another still,
and with every step I'm closer to my much hoped for more fine
letting my wings,
red of my blood,
tinged with vermilion paradise ice
in which I have confined.
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