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Death with its staff Witch with her staff rush or creep through night-flooded fields dark-cloaked like old men going out of a tavern gun-shot in the back face down in a gutter rainy night haunted by shades, dreams, visions cracks through the sky cracks...

no other chance a disembodied voice says feel pleasure & live no need to be redeemed nor saved no further need to suffer death stone shapes turned into flesh brushed flowers turned into fountains and blissfully waving she drinks sprinkled all over by...

Abiti che gl’imposero ripudiati doveri in fraternità. Subito un’ubbidienza soffocò un’assenza fulminea d’amore e una radice. Una gentilezza che esige amicizia. Gradini di fontana, gradini d’orrore e di tormento sofferente. Ancheggiare desiderosamente...

Una possibile gioia interamente ritrovata. Una sola dignità possibile: vento che spazza una città ostile in estate. E seppe camminare in silenzio, desiderio acquattato, bellezza intravista di un inizio e di un’amicizia che fugge sempre. Nessuno capiva...

a visionary world where dreams will live which are but core of life or life made new mirrored life or life clothed anew a woman’s friendship and kinship and lips and pale smooth skin and by beauty and respect and love to admire and adore beauty showed...

… è una burattinata controquerula l’espressionismo esordiente, incolto e inseparabile dall’intimorire il micelio con mostruosità da palla penalista, pensiero posatore, prostrazione portata e rimondare sinuoso come tenere yoga da yankee … … scrofola, scrocchio...

… a few days before a job was assigned to him … «Meet me tonight», the unknown girl woman. «Warrior’s Square, seven o’clock.» He had no particular wish to go, but… «All right», he said. «See you tonight.» He went there, of course, and, of course, on the...

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