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My vices with her light eyes
All these beauties of yours
The alien blue sky
A flame in the wind
The gray sky at the bottom…
Her eyes are restless
Light as a thing that begins
All that exists
With nothing more than a smile
The light with which I burn is mine
In the broken body melancholy
Hide me the night
In me, the intensity of sensations…
At intervals a firefly…
That malice a bit dizzy
Her sad eyes are big
I I werw another
Slightly cold
In their faded yellow
You run light
A chaos of nothing
The minimum things
Whatever I want
A motionless electric whiteness
A well that looks at the sky
The sky behind her has the light blue of a fabric
In this confusing series of intervals between things
And everything mixes inside me
In the sky everything is blue
I have the dimension of what I see
Less cold in yellow
The cold hands around my poor heart
Lory
Cindy
Macte
Luca
Bette
Eudaimonia
Epamphoterizein
Il bouquet
Pinky boom
Who am I
We are standing on the edge
A. e gli orsetti
Alice
Il velo di Maya
Superman
Aletheia
Toy story
Il gioco
