... and her shy breasts were swollen with light
light as you were sitting on my knees,
nocturnal statue of an astounding sky
D. Campana
here I am.
always thought of words as my own private shelter.
couldn't have as much privacy as I'd wish, lately. so this is my way to escape: new language, new "target"
keeping it as far from Italy, from my friends, from my boyfriend, as I can
welcome here.