Fotos De Hana Montana

give back MY WORDS ALWAYS HERE NOW

I wanted all the skids

be flayed alive until

be beastly stone table be

hole life with bites

put your hands in your pulse

living life to dig peeling

screwing up her fight with reckless

to his seals.

For love - for love - all for love

- Mariangela Gualtieri -

( Rachel Ruysch )

For my love. To feel in life. To make sense of awakening.
I wanted. The crusts
knees remind you that there is blood flowing. Fall and rise. Snuffed and laugh.
intensity.
jump in the eye to see if you come out alive. Walking against the wind. Feel and challenge.
Me
The body vibrates and talks about himself. The body as a reminder that we are mortal flesh and pain.
hear this life to cross. Hear it in the nose, smell it and breathe it. Hear the language, feel the taste of nuts and honey. Feel to the touch, touching, tighten the nothing but cling to her. Hear her cries and moans and complains about or see her And finally, scroll to see it on your skin, see signs that the time to leave, the bruises and Ciccatrici, tattoos and wrinkles.
open mouth. A handful. With the naked body. Mia.

Give me a sense. Seeking a way that does not arrive until tomorrow but justifying the night.

There is a point of joy in me. The
try frantically. Scavo, disorder, confuse and digging again.
throw it away and make space, off of emotions.

me scream or cry but to me let me hear the uproar and noise.

Give me the measure of me, help me to circumscribe the boundaries. Groping touch my soul to the maximum of me and know a bit 'over and I catch myself and until I am surprised I still have time and desire.

Exhausted, oh life. I want to feel exhausted by too much and not feel out of nowhere to find.