Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Blisters Strep Throat

Otranto


Summer in Italy.
The naptime. Media
gloom in the room on the first floor.
A bed in which too many white sheets and heavy, a dark Italian, carefully ironed to cover our meats shamelessness.
Too hot for anything other than the left room. Too hot to other desire than to the postponement. Hungry for pleasure
postponed until the time that can be partially open the shutters, to pass a moonbeam, a witness secret complicity, endless, expected.

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