Quiet desperation

I light a cigarette and start smoking looking at the black disgusting crater. In the bottom I see some dead frogs and dry wood. I feel that anything that could happen won't matters to me at all. The evening's breeze makes the cigarette's smoke go away.

Tell me

What are you listening? I ask, whispering behind her. What are you listening? I ask again, slowly murmuring. What are you listening? Again. Agnes looks me really bushed and says nothing, just shrinks of shoulders and turns herself back. What are you listening? I get on top of her and touch her blond and long and soft n’ beautiful hair, and then I whisper: what are you thinking? BUT SHE SAYS NOTHING. What do you feel? I’m worried and I start playing with her hair. What do you want me to do? I mutter. What is going on in your mind? I feel an extreme anxiety. Are you feeling it too? She doesn’t responds. Are you gonna talk to me? What are you listening, babe? Do you want me to go? What are you thinking? Are you feeling lonely? Are you fucking kidding me? Are you listening to me?

Dizzy vision

The Men are walking, the Men are walking nearby...
The Men are talking, the Men are burying old memories in deep holes inside...
Oh my God, oh my God...
The Men are walking, the Men are turning the streets down...

Modern gesture

I drink the coffee very slowly, looking at the wall clock, with the plastic teaspoon.
The bubbles whirl in the cup's centre, lost in the foam.
My face is turning around there, deformed.
Scarcely you notice the sublte smile.

The billions sides of you

Indeed we have an insult in the broken mirror.
An obscenity hanging down there.
The whole place has come to pieces, to less than zero on the ground.
We have the broken reflect, the abnormal words, the shattered faces.
The billions sides of you.
There's thousands of trembling eyes, looking down.
There's so many of them, lost.

Moment

We’re seated on the empty street.
She’s smoking an Ashtray and I have a Sobranie in my hand.
A couple of young guys passes by talking dirty and laughing hard and we don’t look.
She’s probably pregnant but I feel that I still have to wait a few days to talk about the issue.
Of course she knows I’m concerned about it and tries not to even say the word child.

Falling drops

"In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning"
Issa Kobayashi, IN SPRING RAIN.

Deep forest

...There is a herd of bleeding buffaloes,
With black teeth as torn chains,
A roar of loneliness and glooms,
A monstrous shouting from the bottom of the enchanted forest...

Modern gestures

Nigel doesn’t seems to be having too much of a trouble and he doesn’t even looks at Michelle when she kisses Juliet and then takes her upstairs and locks the door and turns out the lights...

Snow & I

Daniel is dragging his feet between the snow.
He takes off a little from his shoulders and falls to the soil.
I sweep the snow with a special broom made of wires.
I leave the whole area clean for the roses, the flowers.
A pink tulip is going to grow.
Daniel is looking at the way below, towards the beggining of the street.
I don't know what he's thinking right now.
The way below is covered with snow.
Then a snowflake falls in my palm, it melts, it trickles.
It's just water.
I look to the sky and my mind is just clean and white.

Endless innocence

Agnes is staring at me from the couch and she’s wearing a t-shirt by Alldressedup and an Eckored’s sweater and a Virgin’s jean and Ed Hardy’s shoes and a blue Garrick Anderson's necktie and she’s smoking and I know she’s upset with me ‘cause I’m dating Madelaine again and she’s not talking to me and I’m wondering what she’s thinking right now and I don’t ask her anything and I shrink of shoulders. The T.V. is on and Agnes starts to dance awkwardly singing Madonna’s song Who’s that girl? from the homonym 1987's album and then I light a Belomorkanal and Agnes is about to lose equilibrium and I get closer to her and after a few minutes we’re dancing together constrained by the rhythm and she’s sweating and I can tell she’s very horny and drunk and I know she knows I know and I feel good and then I begin to take her cloth off trying to be gentle all the way and she says nothing and she’s all floppy and wobbly and I can’t see her eyes because of the huge Bottega Veneta's sunglasses and a minute later she’s naked n' lying on the bed and I’m licking her tits and touching her pussy and then I penetrate her and I believe she’s about to fall sleep so I try to make her come as faster as I can and she scratches my back very hardly and I bite her lips and neck and then I come strongly whether she does or not and I don’t care. Now Agnes is about to cry for some reason and I ask her what is going on and she just shrinks of shoulders and sits on the couch and I can’t do anything else for her. The T.V. is on. I grab the cellular and take a photo of Agnes’s face for no reason whatsoever. I stand up and look outside the window and I see a blue Ferrari and a blond girl inside it with black glasses and a hat by Rock and Republic and maybe I know her but I don’t remember exactly. She looks just like Izabella Scorupco.

Inside darkness

An owl, an owl, a night owl.
The moon is full, it's innate to hope for the howling wolf,
the jump to the emptyness.
Mirko's arms and the wind's hiss in the night.
I stare his blinded shaking face from time to time.

Some other time

She’s laying on the floor and I’m looking at her.


Don’t you ever think about something else?, she asks.

Not really, I say.

She scratches her ass and I say I need a drink, just something with alcohol, something tough.

I feel like we’re losing the opportunity to do something meaningful and good, she says.

She’s drunk.

Like what?, I ask.

I don’t really know.

Playing along...

I’m proud of being born in La Chaux de Fonds, she says.

Sure, I say, you already told me that.


I light a Viceroy.

She laughs because I’m sleepy and not paying too much attention.

She kisses me anyway, looking at the T.V.

We need to rewrite the rules of attraction, she says.

An example of a game of mine

Now she’s reclined against the bathroom’s door, her favourite place, half naked and smoking.


It would be really hard to say what the fuck is she thinking right now.

She’s probably thinking about her sex life.

I don’t know.

Perhaps she believes her sex life is pretty much complete, but maybe not.

Probably her assessment varies a lot, like mine.

She’s probably fucking someone else.

I look her breasts, they’re big and hard.

I love her blue eyes in this afternoon light.

All her particular manners.

She says I’m neither her boyfriend nor her lover, we’re just hanging around.

She obviously wants to make that clear between us.

Ok, I say.

What else?

I’d like to be forty for an instant, she says.

I don’t know, I guess that would be funny.

I laugh.

Sure, I say.

She sits by my side with a fake motherly tone in her voice.

I feel you like far away, she says.