I want to f*** in love with you again
just to f*** again what I f*** back then
we could go see a f***
or sit in front of the f***
I could cook you some f***
and go back to the f***
I want to f*** in love with you again
because once is never enough
Author: simonsalento
hurricane
hot wet sweet
stinging tears of joy
a life upside down
on its head
you
hurricane of my heart
02 agosto
I still taste the ash
in the tears
of the woman
who picked me up that day
but now
though memory still scorches
new life
and smiles exist
The neofascist bombing of Bologna railway station took place on 02 August 1980.
G was born on 02 August 2016.
my love is like
my love is like
the late train coming
the late train coming
my love is like
the late train coming
coming down the track
olive grove
sun beats down
wind drops
olive grove a car park
full moon mastery
shadows filter as his hand hovers above the silver coin
decisions must be made, lives shaped
the moon drowns out the stars
The old lady in the laundrette
The old lady in the laundrette offered to help me fold my sheets.
Are you left handed, she asked.
No signora, but my mother-in-law was.
That explains a lot, she said.
Awake in the night
Awake in the night
I confuse the sound of the palms
with the sound of the sea
and imagine I have slept on the beach.
When I awake there is no one
but the heat.
Wish you
wish
wish you
wish you
wish you were
wish you were
still here
I wish you were still here
where goes your heart
where goes your heart
when you are running
where goes your heart
when thoughts are free
where goes your heart
when you are walking
where goes your heart
when you see me
