Spirits, muses, deeds of unknown address, shadows with tattoos, shadows gazing needles of oblivion never leave the party. Desolate in his impossible flight, the poet is never alone. He is possessed by unattainable and piercing voices consumed by intimate relations with his fatal lover: the word, wild divinity copulating with indissoluble mirrors. A place, at the other end of the world takes his sleep away. Silence leaves him exhausted. He shouts deliberate deaths, or perhaps, in love, two in one are falling to the grave. Beauty tortures him in the bench of judgement. With symbols, he launches a transparent dance. The sentence of a body transcends the gods’ apathy. Luis Alberto Ambroggio
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 03:00:56 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015