trascinare la mia vita,,
la bellezza nella differenza,,
la magnifisenza nella morte,,
the beauty in difference,,
the magnificence in death,,
…the hallower
the dove,
the reincarnation of purity,
white feathered down,
soft as laundered sheets.
silent coos,
entrancing its audience,
held spellbound,
by its gaze.
purposefully,
ensnaring their breath,
trapping the senses,
failing their limbs.
quietly,
the draw nearer,
closer and closer,
their hearts stilling.
inching,
swiftly, silently,
towards the bird,
their spines chilling.
it takes off,
every flap of its wings,
bringing forth a new memory,
while somewhere below,
the church bells toll.
their elegy resounds.
Another metaphorical one. This one was a collaboration between me and Sharanya, la mia confidente numera un ed il mio amico buono. We decided that we wanted to destroy the international symbol of peace. So yes. We are geniuses in the making, I believe. Again, if you don’t get it “you aren’t deep enough for this kind of shit”.
