Mom: “I’m coming to pick you up at school dear” Son: “I’m cold mommy” Mom: “Don’t think about it. I’ll be there soon”
When it all began, we were full of energy, full of dreams, full of ambitions, full of hopes. On the other hand we were full of hatred, rancor, envy, avarice … Now we are tired. Tired of living, but above all tired of dying
The two parts that cohabits in you
Every time I take a shower, since I was a child, I put on the tips and I stretched upwards. I try to stop the water that comes down, as if it were a vital flux, as if it could bring me back in time, as if it could make me a child. Sometimes only…Continue Reading “Pure”
We stay closer, watching the time dancing above us
