There is only one real number: One. And
LOVE, is apparently 'the exponent BEST OF THIS UNIQUE'
(Vladimir Nabokov)
's over
' s over
Our fairy tale is over. Simple and tragic
is over all.
was you my love my boyfriend
our life together harmonious oneness.
If I think of those things that will die because we could no longer share
I die.
There is something wrong when that love ends there
brings great sorrow.
friendship die Cause when there
this torment that tastes terrible condemnation?
...
the beginning was pure fear for my safety
:
I gave him the name of evil
and I translated it in solitude.
"we're all alone?" I wondered then
feeling the weight of defeat, and a spiral
melancholy
me fed to concerns.
...
'm losing
and when will the devil's my great regret
will wander away everywhere, followed by guilt
)
Of what sciupai
much sciuperò
between fear and ineptitude, and each
lost opportunity or cowardice
your order in
me grow as a disgrace.
Canto nothing you make me mad
the penis, and I do not
is a consolation to know
daughters who are also with you.
're looking ...
I feel you ... do you know?
but does not help you reach
a breath of humanity.
apathy And I give you,
longing for sweetness.
"A" (2007) MARLENE KUNTZ.
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