special thanks to FRECCIAROSSA WINERY
Grey eyes, brackish, gloomy concrete, petroleum, alcoholic distillery of altered psychic boundaries.
Sweet drops of salty granules radiate vast and mug hilly expanses. Clay, shapeless mush, primitive.
Archetype of existence, future melancholy, hidden ancestral power.
The city shudders to your voluptuous passing, stones smell of your blood, of your fertile liquid.
Night is over, grassy offals scrape your wounded palms.
You are the light and the morning, you are flesh, hair and looks. Tears and light, wrinkles and breaths.