"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
sun is orange, as if it cried for you the entire night while away from you, as
if it dreamed about you with a passion of a proud solitary… in an unknown
night, in a mysterious ground.
dawn our eyes meet, your face is rouge from the passions of a love with
beginnings long forgotten in the past, with basis beyond sacrifice, above pain.
This warmth of you brings a flute song in this savage heart, high notes filled
with magic for a fairytale… a fairytale made from the both of us, belonging to
the both of us – gently conquering us, when awake or when sleeping like this,
closely tight. At dawn, our angels meet.
all began here, on the ground, among all people; and it echoes up there, far in
the heights where you and I make a home together.
we know is that we exist: you for me, and I for you. Damn everything else…