Earth
in the simplest sense, a close, direct and painful.
chin burns and if I concentrate I can well imagine the red-stained trousers at the knee.
Sinistro.Perchè the fate not miss the irony.
What am I doing here? How did it happen? How important
gentlemen spectators brave nurses last minute.
And because I do not lifted? There is something broken? Not in my body
cynical onlookers. Not in my body.
And now I beseech you, I ask you, I beseech you, submerge you please, do not help me to recover.
Let me enjoy these benefits fall.
the pain and injuries are not accidents, but carefully. I feel
the smell of the street and I see before me explain from a new perspective.
And the call is strong.
Earth, I want to feel it slip away beneath me. I want you to hear me run over you.
right through the cloak of a meta uncertain and fluctuating, variable, and is not jealous of you.
sweet lover I want to know, when you need hard, severe enough. I love you, kilometer after kilometer, sprayed my sweat and stand with you in the evening.
The journey begins and the journey is already over. (Pier Paolo Pasolini).