Fashion does it Better

29-11-15

Happy Sorrows

Leave me as there's no tomorrow, live me 'cause there's no tomorrow, hang me on your neck, wear me on your wrist. Nothing will happen, anyway, as nothing is our everyday, nobody exists, nobody exits, nobody knows the void as I do. Hundreds of times, I tried to let go, to escape forever but I wasn't able to imagine what could and would be my way out. Tunnels are too dark, and seas too deep, tubs are too nice to drown myself, when champagne flows. We love glamour much more than clamour, we love glitz, we drink till the morning... [Lire la suite]
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28-11-15

Malpolitik

Russian girls smiling on Vogue Turkey's latest cover. It's a deal, it's an image, it can be seen from every single angle you want to look at from, wherever you're seating at the moment. I don't seat, I lay in my bed, I hear kids running back and forth, in the corridor, and laugh, and shout their happiness at each of their fast steps. I think, force myself to think despite my red and itchy eyes, despite the cold outside and the heavy night pasting its sticky darkness on the rooftops of the city. Makes me wonder, makes us wonder,... [Lire la suite]
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28-11-15

Erautism

I'm losing even what I've never had, in a grin, in a simple glimpse. No more salty water drips from the eye, only coaldust flying from lashes to the heavy air of the room. Not many lights still burn and the smooth smell of smoke floats around like a river flows around the rocks, moving in circles, curls, curves. Shadows are our shadiest shelter, the comfort zone never to be taken for granted or real as all tricks may be lurking around the dead angle next door. Darkness, though, fuels our lust for colors, for lids-closed... [Lire la suite]
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21-11-15

Serendipity

Keep it easy, keep it going, nosy babies make noisy maybes. Smokey skies are the only ceiling nearby, and the grey blade of a sword is my sole shadow when I wander under the vanished sun. I hold my sins in my shivering arms, the same way others walk their soul around like their dog and smile. But that's no children's smiles, that's just white and bright, plain and empty, and I'm only looking for serendipity. We've crossed some angry oceans, escaped alive from caved in tunnels, talked bad to some mountains and kept sailing,... [Lire la suite]
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19-11-15

Pigeons are so heavily sexy

On the backseat of a camper van, laid a woman with vanished charms, and her lover with his neverending smile, neverending glasses, neverending behinds and betweens. I was waiting for a knock, waiting for a sign. All I've been able to witness was a merry comedy, with a bit of tear in every single eye. Grown-up gowns are a fantasy of poor-souled people, ruffles are dancing with the wind of theirs. And us, standing stones in that storms. We watched and couldn't get our mouthes closed, couldn't keep our teeth silent anymore. White cries... [Lire la suite]
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12-11-15

The Ball at the End of this World

Spades, you do like spades, you like them late, you carry on. Birds, and broken cages, and lonely songs, and avenues. Bubbles on the rack, inside hairy heads full of fairy snails. Human beings are lovelier with eyes closed, mouthes closed, do not touch. You do like spades when others worship hearts, and mellow breasts, and funky farts, and Kierkegaard. I am fool enough, to see some lights, to watch them shine, and make my eyes regret the first minute they were allowed to stay open. And this being said, I still believe, I still... [Lire la suite]
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09-11-15

Frizzante

Wanted some Lambrusco, flows of it, rivers. Wanted some and went away to get it, buy it, steal it if needed. Went to the first supermarket, lovely as it is, when nobody's around because it's too early. A woman in uniform said there is no bottle left till the afternoon, then went away. Bye, lovely face, lovely words, lovely grin. Took another bus, another tramway, saw this world, face to face, saw the disaster and the cherry-bone babes. Control me, take my purse, take my love away and sell it on e-bay. Lambrusco was... [Lire la suite]
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