2013-09-10

Anticorpi - Antoine D'Agata



31-08-2013

I'm sick and do not want to die, not yet. You do before the emptiness, the eternal return. Never look into my eyes, only touch us with strength in depth up to hurt, until no longer want. Forget that the blood is sick and that graze the vacuum. Breath, unconsciousness, despair not want to go over, the acceleration of blood and abandonment. Always on the edge of the abyss. It is the time when we drop. Cristina

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