Yearly Archives: 2014

My bowels, Over the burning beach. Making love to the white granitic sands, Drawing the infinite, With an infinite orgasm. That’s all I have and, Wish no more.    

I have never been weaned and, when mather and father died I felt like a two years old child abandoned on a beach facing a sea ravaged by a terryfing storm. Since then I have  learned  to blame only my … Continue reading →