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“It is not absence instead of presence, but a trace which replaces a presence which has never been present, an origin by means of which nothing has begun.”

Jacques Derrida

You’d think every story has to be written or told to be known

but some of them are not.

If our story were a book it’d be a Shakespearean novel

because I only found you so I could lose you

[ .  .  . ] it’s the trace of your oblivion

and all of this became an attempt to make you remember

something that never happened

that never started.

Our unwritten love can only be described as an ellipsis.


Milk & granola

There is a stage before hunger

that allows us to get control,

but if we don’t take that chance

or if we don’t get enough,

we become irrational starving animals

and that’s what I am.

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So I constantly wonder:

if I had drunk from your body,

your sweat, your tears and even your semen;

maybe I wouldn’t have such thirst now.

-                                          

I should have eaten your flesh

every second of the day

but, even if I had,

I’d probably still have hunger

and know no satiety.

-                                          

I believe it’s your smell

what’s got me craving

for more and more

at all times.


…then I’ll dig a tunnel from my window to yours

In films we see people running through the airport in order to catch someone, people meeting at the Brooklyn Bridge, at the Empire State Building; but we are not the people we see in movies.

I can build my own bridges. You are welcome to cross them and we can build our own Paris right here.



Turandot

Del primo pianto… si…

Sì, straniero, quando sei giunto,

con angoscia ho sentito

il brivido fatale

di questo male

supremo!

Quanti ho visto sbiancare,

quanti ho visto morire

per me!

E li ho spregiati,

ma ho temuto te!

C’era negli occhi tuoi

la luce degli eroi,

la suprema certezza.

E per quella t’ho odiato.

E per quella t’ho amato,

tormentata e divisa

fra due terrori uguali:

vincerti o esser vinta…

E vinta sono!… Son vinta,

più che dall’alta prova,

da questo foco,

terribile e soave,

da questa febbre che mi vien da te!


November

November spawned a monster

from the sunlight of fall;

the seasons define us,

months come and go every year

but they are never the same

so this november too shall pass

it will happen like fireworks

that slowly fade away and turn into nothing.

November, if you must end,

end,

but you belong to this city

and the city belongs to you.


We want you

Hello, I’m Darth Vader and today I’m gonna talk to you guys about good and evil. Well, if I learned something from Michael Jackson, it’s that it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or who’s right, just BEAT IT. 


The time has come, I must reveal the truth: I don’t wear this black armor just so I can look badass. I mean, you think that I enjoy wearing this helmet all the time? I’m a freaking dick head, it’s not cool, not at all. Just beat it. If you are in the middle of a fight with your ex master there’s only one result: he’ll cut your arms and legs, you’ll become a cyborg (which is cool in theory) and you’ll have a creepy voice. So, don’t try to be a macho man, just get the hell out of there. 


Then, you must plan your revenge (don’t kid yourself, this guy’s purpose has always been cut you in pieces) remember that revenge is the only face of justice. Hate is a plus.


And you still wonder why I joined the dark side?


Hunger

I couldn’t tell whether the blue was in your eyes or in the morning

perhaps it was the dawn of such disturbance

but I have hunger and we never give ourselves away

now, not later, right now, drink me

it’s not cannibalism, it’s poetry in motion

I want to condense inside your body

I want to be your sweat

I’ll be in every part, in every movement

at any given moment, making you sweat through every fucking pore.