May 16, 2006 by Utopia Leave a comment i desideri si curvano dentro onde liquide? timori botanici slacciati dalla solitudine, trattenuta calma. rombi corrotti sulla strada bagnata di illusioni. Immacolate arrivano foglie di uomini intorno crisalidi consistenti di pelle sconosciuta Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Correlati Author: Utopia www.annautopiagiordano.it