TDF
-Alone
Looked into silence-we-close to you
-fear-his body-he
Stood Up
-love-emptiness
address the rest of me counterclockwise. I go along. Lathes timeless. It's pretend for a moment that he could listen and then make fun of the curious glances and inept audience that I am nothing, without dilating the days they spend in the middle and tapering at the end, coming in the next, like a sliding door to another identical to the previous room. A dusty wall is my balance, if they could at least imagine what kind of films my gaze is forced to endure. Four corners with no windows. I guess if I could observe the structure would not appear from nothing but a row of spaced wickets between them with white and thin walls. If you possessed the ability to take advantage of this perspective at all times, I say, you do not feel the fear, however, in some cases convincing of any of the interminable succession of vacuum. You would see the end, one senses from the inevitable change that stops and offers the new frequency to any alleged constant. But I want full, easy to scour the world in search of the meaning of meaning. Here your absence I am forced to stay. In fear of not being able to be equipped with the genius necessary to sustain my part assigned by your absence, I'll try to leave the habit meanings. So I'm listening and finally I find myself choosing to trust. LARA
CERLIENCO
Milan-Paris
July 2010
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