HUMAN LOVE

WE WILL MEET AGAIN

We will meet again, at sunset, to talk to each other a little.

I know you'll be waiting for me.

But I will not be in the metaverse as an avatar, to love you.

You know, I don't like virtual life, I don't like memories,

nor do I want to relive or remember them.

I don't want to have virtual sex with my absent and rejected husband,

but not even with you whom I love.

I, tired of dreams, want you real inside me

to make the Song of Songs of Love alive.

I no longer wonder why I have sinned with you today,

and not with God or the first man born on earth.

Fantasy sweeps in the recesses of my mind now,

until we meet you at the edge of time, this evening,

And, if the time is unveiled, our Word will become flesh.

We will get the essence of it in a moment without pain,

We will open the door to the sun killing the darkness.

We will unite without shame, without fear.

31/12/2002

Genesis of love

I am a lonely and restless woman. Tonight I still can't sleep. My husband is in the arms of his young lover with big breasts. My children celebrating.

It is the last day of the year, a day of celebration. I look at the clock. Its a few minutes to midnight. I strip off my blood-red underwear. I watch from the window the fireworks illuminate the sky and break the silence of the night. It's midnight. I look naked in the mirror with a crystal glass filled with sparkling wine in my hand. I drink, I celebrate alone.

Now, lying on my wedding bed, immersed in the silence of my room, I perceive the anguished cry rising from my heart. I am alone. That's how I live. I live for the passing of time.

My wounded heart is still waiting, but waiting for what? Why, after starting a family, after having two children, is my heart still thirsty? What am I looking for? What am I waiting for? What do I want? Revenge? I looked in the mirror before going to bed. I looked at myself naked. I think I'm still a beautiful woman, despite pregnancies and breastfeeding my children.

You saw me too. Do you also think that I am a beautiful woman, a desirable woman? Yes, we met one evening. I think you've noticed this and are now looking for me.

I looked at you. You saw me, you looked at me. I felt your gaze on me.

Now I hear your voice. Stop calling me. I'm a married woman and you know it.

But you still want me, I feel it.

You want me; you want my woman's body to have me. I know I'll give it to you, I know you'll have it. I want it too. But, will you love me for who I am? Will you accept my gift to you?

Will you also be a gift to me or will I be, for you, just the adventure of one night?

Who are you?

I keep reading what you write. I keep thinking about you.

I caress myself longing for you, thinking of me in your arms. I want to meet you. It will end up that one day I will ask you to look at me naked. I will ask you to be completely naked for me.

I will be myself with you.

Yes, I want to be known by you as a woman, welcomed, desired, wanted, and loved by you.

I wait for your gaze to rest on me again, but, at the same time, I also feel the anguish and fear of being used or rejected.

But I will overcome this fear of mine. One day I will come to you, I will stand naked before you.

Don't tear me apart that day, please, when I show you my woman's body. Don't evaluate me; don't dissect me to judge me as a shelf commodity.

Yes, I will come to you. I will tell you: I am a woman, you are a man.

I will ask you: love me! Come into my arms and I will show you my true face.

Yes, I will totally bare my soul; you will see me for who I am.

In relation to you, I will tell you about me. I will know not only the other man from me, but also myself woman.

You will love me.

You will welcome me not only as a woman's body, but also as a person worthy of love and to be loved. With you I will return to live.

I will see, you will see my limitations, my gifts, my fears.

You will see my being totally naked for you.

And you will still say to me, "You are beautiful. I want to love you. Come live with me."

Now, in this intimacy, an exclusive space created by me between the two of us, I can give myself to you and welcome you without any fear in my life.

In this intimacy, I strip my heart of its many fears, demands and prejudices and learn again to welcome myself.

I will give myself to you tomorrow, if you wish.

Then, immersed in a relationship of authentic and real love, free from the temptation to use ourselves or from the fear of being used, we will look at each other naked, we will see ourselves naked.

Our bodies will speak in unison and seeing each other really naked and without any shame, will tell us that our hearts have nothing more to keep hidden.

Looking at us will not only be voyeurism, market or a dramatic deception.

It will fulfil our desire to unite body and soul.

Yes, you will see me naked, I will see you naked. I will be a woman, you will be a man.

Yes, I will look at your penis; you will look at my vagina.

There is nothing obscene about our genitals, looking at them. They are our diversity.

They are made for each other. They are the mystery of our being a person, of our call to love one another.

My feminine sexual desire for you man, my desire to be a woman for you, with you, will be the authentic dignity and truth of love.

Then I can say to you: Look at me! I am a woman, join me, love me!

They are all for you, body and soul. Use me, but treat me with love.

And you will say to me: I am a man, I am all yours.

Now I'm asking myself: who am I? What will be my truth in your body as a man? No one has ever opened the doors of mystery to me.

You call me. I 'm. I bring you my body and let you heal my petrified heart.

You know my love? I am dreaming with you of a life that does not exist.

I am alone in the house. You don't know, but I'm reading about you and I'm telling you about me. How nice it is to read what you write. You can open your soul without censorship or fear. I envy you, how do you do it?

I, on the other hand, in recent times have many of both. I wish I could meet you.

You are not far from my thoughts, indeed, you are all too present, but I do not have your ability to dream, your ability to alienate real life to live a dream.

I did it as a young woman, I'm doing it with you now, but I wish I could still live it in reality, maybe with you. But I'm afraid of it.

You write about love, you live about love. I too would like to relive it, but not as a lover. I don't want to be a lover, I don't want a lover.

I would like to meet you, talk to you about me. But what's the point of telling you about me? I am a married woman, a mother, a betrayed woman.

The men I meet see my sadness, but they see in me only a beautiful body, perhaps easy to console or where to find the heat for the winter of age.

They boast of their money, of their power. They boast of the thousand women who have offered themselves to them and who have had. I was not one of them. I don't want to sell myself.

I don't want meetings in the dark. I absolutely do not want to find myself living hasty appointments that serve only for a quickie?! No! Thank you.

I never offered myself to anyone. I have no intention of throwing myself away. No one ever had me.

I find in what you write what I would have wished. I fell in love with your soul by reading you.

Your way of loving is unique, wonderful, enveloping more than water and sun and frost.

I read you and keep dreaming. It doesn't cost anything, it doesn't hurt anyone. You don't know me. I can't be yours. You can't be mine. I am yours and you are mine.

I wait for you trembling with love every night. I take care of my garden to welcome you in my arms every night.

While waiting I listen to love songs and occasionally watch TV while I clean the house and prepare dinner.

Only images of young and beautiful women, of lovers, flow before my eyes.

It seems that love wants, in this society, only young bodies’ available pseudo virgins living in artificial paradises for sale.

I spy on them; they don't have a wrinkle, a thread of fat. They have no economic problems. They are not subject to old age. They are eternal.

They want to make money with fake advertising that invites purchase. They are larks.

I'm Circe. They are perfect. They are not like me.

The same I welcome you in my dreams. But will you come to me one day? Will you come? Will you never be able to love even a body, mine?

You know, they are also to be used at the pleasure of taste, touch, material senses.

I think of you often, I dream of you and in the dream I would like to have you close to be able to love you, to receive from you the Love that exceeds all limits.

I know that you are capable of letting yourself be loved, I know that you know how to give yourself, that you know how to welcome, suffer and rejoice for a woman.

I read about her, about her who, although in love with you, does not want you. How can you love so deeply a woman who doesn't want you? I read it, you say it ... You are not her perfect man.

Leave! Forget it! Give me this love. Give me that love I saw, the night we saw each other, in your eyes.

Why don't you answer me? Why don't you call me? Why don't you come and meet me? I would like to experience the emotion of a real moment from you, with you, but, perhaps, it is only an illusion.

I wait for you every day and scrutinize every night the individual who dreams of the Garden of Eden. A mixture of hatred and love, indifference and arrogance intrigue me.

I dream dreams that I haven't had for a long time. I am confused by this new feeling, born in less than an instant.

insomnia

It's three o'clock in the night. I still don't sleep. I think of you. No, you are not my lover. You didn't want me. You didn't take me that night I was crying in your arms.

But your word seeks me in the night. I listen to you, lying naked and alone in my bed.

I'm cold.

What are you waiting for? Come and meet me, I am waiting for you. Come, the night will unite us. I close my eyes. I look at you anxiously.

In the darkness of this night, you undress for me. You talk to me, you look at me. I am naked for you. I am alone with you. I'm yours. Yes, I want to be yours alone.

You are not just any lover, my love. In the darkness we exchange our souls. I have yours through my hand; you have mine for your eyes.

But that's not enough for me. I want your flesh.

Look! You are here with me. Lying in my bed you look at me. I melt my hair for you. In love, I lie on top of you. Touch.

Half asleep, I feel your caress on my skin, the warmth of your body. I make love to you.

I receive you, but I don't see you. I touch myself thinking about you, I rub against your skin. You let yourself be caressed.

Close your eyes. I see your head lying on my breasts flourishing with a female in love. I caress your hair, bent over you, with my delicate and light hand.

But you don't see my face, my looking at you.

Why do you sleep on my chest the night I found you, love?

Now, collapsed, you on me, I on you, we get lost in nothingness. Everything has ceased. You sleep.

The searches and caresses have ceased; the body sleeps.

We are dead; we are in the dark night. You, I, we are the night.

I open my eyes, frightened. I am alone. You are just a shadow. I was alone again.

My love, this is what we are. A dream. We are without matter. We have been one in the dark night, but we are nothing. Everything has ceased.

I loved you, we loved each other, and I love you without you, without me, in silence.

Tonight we were space of a black hole.

I am a female in love with you surrendered tonight. You are a male. But you are in another place my beloved.

You sleep, you were just a dream. I don't touch you, you don't touch me.

Here in my night there is no God of Love.

But I can't just dream anymore. I can't just wait anymore. I have to live.

I have to tell you, I have to go out, I have to meet you. I want that love for myself.

I will come to you. You know, I don't want to give up possession of your body. Let me sleep now. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will come to you.

@Diana 01/01/2003

Proposal of love

-Hello. What a surprise.

-Hello. Not a chance. I was waiting for you.

-Me?

- Yes, you. I wanted to meet you on purpose, I've been thinking about it for a long time, I think about you ... I wanted to ask you...

- I listen to you.

- Find a day to be together the two of us ... Love me!

- Do you want to have sex with me?!

- What did you understand? No, it is not the erotic love passion of the senses, it is not an adventure that I seek and want from you. I, as you already know, am a married woman and mother.

I know that you too are a married man and father.

- So what do you want from me?

- If you only wanted sex, you would have had me that night when you saw me crying.

It was the blackest night of my life, the night I wanted to die when we met and you said "hello".

In the dressing room, that evening, while I was changing clothes to go back to my house, my husband reached me, tried to rape me.

I ran away and, having seen you, followed you into that dark room.

I don't know why, but I was ready to offer myself to you.

You, on the other hand, welcomed me in your arms; you only touched me with a kiss and a light caress to my little breasts.

- I remember that evening, I know I could have made love to you, you were alone with me in that room, you were fragile, half naked and you cried.

- True, you could have, but you didn't. In the following days I saw you again.

I saw you living smiling and happy, in you I saw the love denied to me. What you write about.

- Have you read my poems?!

- Yes, I read them; I also wrote to you by e-mail, I sent you some of my poems, my phone number. I wanted to meet you, but you never called me.

- You still haven't told me what you want from me.

- I want love from you, I want to know love ... the one of the Song of Songs, the one you write about, the one that made you weak in front of her, the one that overcomes all limits and leads to happiness. Now, desperately daring, I have come out of my dark corner and ask you to let me know that love. I know you can and that you respect me.

- You ask me, you want Love. I am not God, you neither. You are a woman.

- Yes, I am a woman and I want Love for myself. I want to redo with you the path that leads to the kingdom of love. Let me live with you the Song of Songs of Love.

- You don't want to understand me. Your woman's body is sacred, I cannot violate it, I am not allowed. I would deprive you of eternal life.

You know, it is said, it is written, that for your woman's body, God became man, and that God dwells in your body.

- What speeches do you give me?

- I'm telling you about the Song of Solomon that you want to live. God is love and only He can give you eternal life. You don't want to understand me.

- You don't want to understand me either. I am not the Virgin Mary. Not even her son carnally joined me, who am a woman, to produce offspring.

I can't be pregnant with God, you know, I can't, but I want love here and now. I just want to be a woman with you, here, in this place, in this time.

- You are a woman, and you want love. You want to lose your innocence; you want to die for the journey through hell to have a paradise. Isn't it enough for you to be alive?

- I know what I ask you, I know life and I know you can... Are you afraid?

-That's not it. I saw you too. I saw you naked one evening.

-Naked?!

- Yes, naked. I had entered your dressing room to warn you that they were waiting for you on set, the door was open. You were in the shower.

I saw your breasts, your vulva, your virgin innocence, and, for a moment, I also desired you. I thought you were unreachable. We live in different worlds.

- I'm just a woman, true, happy with my madness.

- The game you want is extreme, it is the game of chess with death, for love, a road of pain and fire to be reborn ... Is that what you want?

You already have everything, you are beautiful, you are educated, you dress well, and you own a house, a family, a television job. You are envied, desired.

- What do you know about me, about the life I live. You have seen, you see only the appearance of my life ... I only ask you to know me and to let me know Love.

- I'm just a man, I'd love you like a mortal.

- I do not want your mortal love. I don't just want a body; much less do I want to give you one. I want to love and be loved. I want love.

- You don't know what you're asking.

- Tonight I'll wait for you, join me, I'm alone in the house. My parents are enjoying the ski week. I'm working. Please don't keep me waiting. You know my name and you know where I live.

@a-Diana 01/01/2003

Don't be afraid

I'm not one of the many animals you used to review in Eden,

Today scattered throughout the universe, with which you spent your nights.

I'm not even an innocent virgin playing on the riverbank,

A girl promised to a man who is preparing to be a woman.

No ancient deity laid his eyes on me as I swam in the river,

while running in the woods.

No ancient deity has kidnapped me and instructed me for sex, impregnating me.

I am just a mature woman, a mother who wants to love and be loved.

Do not be afraid of me, leave your land ... join me.

Take me back to lost Eden.

Plant in me the seed of the tree of life, nourish it with love.

I will be a new Eve to you.

It will be me, I will be your woman, you will be my man.

It will be me on you, you on me,

with you in me, for me in you, the biblical Song of Songs will relive.

True, you are not God and I am only a woman,

The same incarnates in me, with me, the verb love.

We will do without God.

I will be your bread and wine, flesh and blood,

You will be for me in the communion of love of us.

QOELET

Divine inconceivable vanity will be to make the earthly Garden of Eden flourish in you with me, woman.

Divine inconceivable vanity will be to see beautiful the ephemeral matter that surrounds us,

in which we live and with which we are clothed.

Divine inconceivable vanity will be to desire to live in love,

Not just for a time.

Sweet vanity will be to see the colours of spring,

intoxicating vanity breathe the scents of flowers,

Useless vanity will be to taste the fruits of the garden.

But ecstatic will be the instant that, united for the flesh,

we will live together the Song of Songs before we die.

A moment.

Kicked out of the garden from the beginning, we are already dying

Or maybe we have already died in the illusion of being alive.

We have been forbidden to eat the tree of eternal life,

And so everything is vanity.

True, the words of love speak vainly, the bombs fall and the earth burns,

True, it is dark in the day and already burns at night,

Every day the graves are filled.

Destroyed the garden but motionless on the cross is the crucified God,

Already murmurs the apocalypse.

The same, I will be content, I will come to you, waiting for me,

from you who can't do more, God, the more you cannot, now that you have offered yourself to me,

subtract yourself.

No, I will not flee, after seeing you naked divinity, your embrace to die,

But neither will I be dog meat.

I will listen to your song, I will look at you naked, I will speak to you...

I will tell you of your dove-like eyes, of your teeth like a flock of shorn sheep,

of your breasts like twin fawns, of your legs like ivory towers,

of colours, scents and flavours, of your silk skin...

I'll get you.

Wait for me, you will live with me, even if brief, a new life.

The wait.

I know you will come to meet me tonight. I am sure of that. I know that you want it too, that you want me too. Excited, I purify and perfume my woman's body to receive you.

I still don't know which dress to choose. I've already tried a thousand of them looking in the mirror. I don't even know what underwear to wear to seduce you or whether to receive you naked.

Meanwhile, I think of you, I think about it. I decipher the words we have said to each other. "You will love me as a mortal," you told me... Take it or leave it or have the nothingness of love.

What choice did you put me in front of? I know what you're made of. I know what you want. I know what I'm going to give you, but I'm not afraid, I'll be there.

I know, I will be the last of the particles of your life, but I want to be there. I want to love you, man. You know, I want the love that you've written about, that you're capable of, that I've been deprived of.

They say about me that I am beautiful but glacial, frigid and unreachable, untouchable. But it's not true, I'm a fragile woman and you know it.

Now, I, I am preparing to love you, to have you in my arms to give you love and receive your love.

I know, tonight you will come to me. You will love me. You will receive my love, then, afterwards, leave me at the bottom of the crowd, where no one can see me except you.

Leave me in the darkness of the stalls, near the bathrooms or at the fire door if, after loving each other, you still want it.

Well, I'm ready, I've decided, I'll be naked for you. I'll take even just a crumb of you, but I'll take it. I want to live.

I'M WAITING FOR YOU

I wait for you sweet my love, for you naked and fragrant of the East, in the room of this my life,

to make me clothe by you with the chaste garment of the baptism of love.

As a prudent virgin, filled my lamps with oil,

I am ready to welcome you in my garden.

Do not delay, ripe are its fruits.

I look at you in this dream, how beautiful you are, my love.

Join me, hurry up.

I know, born again a virgin, I will drag you on me today,

as soon as you will make yourself presence and flesh.

You will strip your soul for me and I will let myself be touched by you.

I'll let you look at me and look at you smell my perfumes,

feeling you taste my flesh,

I will drink from you, with my mouth, the semen of communion.

Guided by the verb of love, lulled by your words,

At this last supper, moaning, I will join my virgin vagina to your penis.

As God will spit on the mud to create a life,

ours together.

You will spend the night in my hidden garden, after,

the face between my breasts,

We embraced.

DIANA AND ACTAEON

I saw you innocent young virgin, naked in the bathroom,

And you remained inside my nocturnal dreams, atavistic persistent divine vision.

But, motionless, mute, I left the desire, to vanish over time.

Yes, I saw you caressing your breasts, smoothing your pubis,

I saw you as Venus coming out of the sea.

Yes, I glimpsed for your naked body, the divine pleasure of uniting myself with a Goddess.

Novell Actaeon, expert on life, I refused to die,

I did not dare to approach you, nor ask you for intercourse.

I did not dare to know the divine secret that was offered to my gaze

and that is subtracted in life.

You dare now to ask me to love you,

You want to leave your divine body to be a mortal woman,

you want to live with me in the earthly garden the Song of Songs.

You don't know... you will be flesh, you will be penetrated by me,

your soul will lose its virginity, it will be judged,

you will be adulterous in the sight of God.

Prostitute of Babylon

You who have seen the light separate from the dark,

you, who cast out of Eden, now crawl on earth,

you who dream of the destruction of the Tower of Babel,

you who want the destruction of the temple of the merchants,

you who rebel want the revolt ... take me away from Babylon.

Do not leave me on the road of burning fires that leads to the temple of Venus.

Take me with you.

Do not leave me at the mercy of drooling priests blinded by power.

True, I am a lived woman, a woman who knows the art of seduction,

The art of sex, but I'm also a mother and I'm a bride and I have a job.

Nor am I a vestal for sex-hungry, nor am I waiting for a client,

Nor am I the witch who dances at the witches' Sabbath...

I am a woman.

I want for myself the love I saw in your eyes...

Let me live with you the Song of Songs of Love.

Say the word, kiss me by breathing my life, make yourself living flesh.

Born again, I will follow you, I will give you the fruits of my garden,

I will wash the feet that brought you to me, I will perfume them, and I will wipe them with my hair.

Join me in this life.

In my kitchen, the bread and wine, the flesh and blood of my life,

They are already set for us.

Tonight, when you make yourself present, I will dance naked for you,

I will let myself be taken by you, I will let myself be embraced,

With you I will receive communion.

I will take you to my darkest and most unknown side,

You will be with me there, where no one has ever been.

But be careful, my love, be careful...

Don’t treat me like I'm a Babylonian prostitute.

True, I desire you, true, I go against the codified law to love you.

True, I live in a temporary woman's body.

True, I will let you enter into this sacred body rented to me by God

to be born and die sanctified.

I know, they will call me adulteress for this,

they will say that I am an apostate,

the saints will stone me, while I continue to love God.

But, here on earth I have seen you, I want to love you, one of his creatures, a grave sin,

but, you know, it's the first time I've seen Love.

I know about you that you don't care about the designer dress,

garters and transparent fashionable silk briefs,

I know you don't want a remade body... I know you don't need a whore,

I know you're not a violent man, I know you know how to love,

but... If it's just sex what you want from me and think you get, go away!

Go away from me snake ... Life is full of whores and gigolos.

Now I'm waiting for you.

@ d ...

I will not run away

How to silence the inner voice that invites me to collect within me your emotion,
your giving yourself to me and why.

In this forbidden garden that is your life, hidden from the eyes of God,

You to evil still innocent, you wait for me.

Together we are light and we are night, we are water and earth,

But forbidden is the knowledge of us.

Welcoming you in me, giving me to you to know us is a path of love

and maybe you would find the love you seek,

But it would also be the beginning and end of life and death.

No, I will not run away frightened at your appearance naked,

I take up your challenge, you are beautiful ... I'll look at you.

Erected in your eyes for the pleasure of having you or for prohibition,

I will be inside you, you on me.

Get naked.

I will not bind myself like Ulysses to listen to your song,

but neither will I emasculate myself like Origen.

Let yourself be found naked this evening, at sunset,

when I knock on your door.

Already I see your eyes sparkle like lightning,

I closed your lips and kissed me.

Tell me about yourself. You are beautiful.

You give me a drink from your breasts, I touch you, you touch me...

Kneeling before you, I get the scents of incense, gold and myrrh...

Come above me.

Let yourself be found naked tonight,

I'll talk to you.

You, image of God, you, the most beautiful of creatures,

You will be my new path to the beyond.

Let yourself be found naked tonight,

I'll look at you.

For your being beautiful, for your loving me, I will let myself be seduced to new life.

With you I will return to the primordial chaos, to the enchanted and dark garden,

primitive and mythical mixture between the human and the divine.

Guided by your feminine soul, I will cross the land of the dead again,

the dark forest,

seeking, among gods and demigods, between monsters and supermen,

the road that leads to eternal life.

Let yourself be found naked tonight,

You will kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, you will strip me, you will give me life.

I will make love to you.

Be found completely naked tonight,

you will sprinkle on you, in you, my sperm,

but it will not be a procreative jolt, a promised salvation...

It will only be human love.

LOVE

I invited you. You will come to live in love in my woman's body, my love, tonight. Come, hurry up, in my body, my love, there you will find day and night, good and evil.

Together we will have clean and pure sex, we will make love.

Only yesterday you were a distant being, only yesterday you were only a vivid dream, but I loved you. You were inside me, true, but far away. You were just an illusion.

But I needed you to unleash your body against my madman, as a poison that cured the absence of reality.

I thought myself in your dream. Was I in your dreams? I think so.

You approached me in the night, like a little god, every night. You hid between my sheets, watching me while I loved you alone.

I smiled when I saw you enter my body. I felt loved.

When you came to my sky in the night, I was already naked for you. You admired my naked intimacy. Leaning on my legs you admired her, you thought you were taking me.

I let you do it. Madness illuminated the dawn of orgasm.

Rivers of semen wet my hands. Our flesh trembled in the intercourse finding its pleasure.

I was amazed at your erect penis, which swelled with desire to see me naked. Amazed at the impetus with which it penetrated my vagina, the way to escape into the afterlife.

I loved myself with your penis. It entered me without any violence. I don't like violence, you know? I am a woman.
In the morning, on the sheets of our sky, there remained scents of delicate residues of love. On the pillow the imprint left by your head.

And in my soul and in my body the immense pain in knowing that you despised my love.

Oh you for whom my life is reborn in the fire of death, where are you? Where are you hiding? Listen to the cry of life. Make yourself flesh for me, with me. Come and see me live.

Come and live with me, with me. Do not continue to hide in dreams, in words. You know? I am ready to receive you.
After those days of celebration, do we really want to lie down together in our bed? Have those times passed?

Whose hand was it touching, caressing my breasts this past night?

Whose body rested in my masturbations, in that realm of irrepressible and voracious, inexhaustible and tender desire that devoured my sex?

Can't I love you? Why do you tell me that you will leave very soon and never see you again? Why do you deny me love on O God of men?

I was like dead and wrapped in my memories when I met you in the dream. I was mute. The words escaped from my voice.

I am alone. I haven't taken a man's hand on my skin in so many nights that the pain had frozen my heart.

Yet I am the woman created for man. In the dream with you I am alive.

It is the dawn of a new day. I looked in the mirror. Purple dark circles. I still have your kisses in my mouth.

The unmade sheets remind me of all that loneliness that slept with me.

Before my eyes flow the eternally memorable images of my hands tied in the midst of the tumult. In the belly of a dream I laid my weariness of life.

I look at you. You are there in my intimacy as a priapic faun and sleepy the body of your surrendered manhood.

In the deep sky of my masturbations you occupy that realm of irrepressible and voracious desire. Inexhaustible and tender that devours your sex, even if you don't know it.

I am your friend for life. I'm your whore. What does it matter?

Forgive me if I want to live with you the song of love songs. I love you too much. I know I shouldn't. I know that there will be too high a price for our happiness.

I thought I was dead this morning when I saw you my love.

Crazy, I had the courage to ask you to love you, no longer as a nocturnal thirsty vaginal executioner who likes your phallus.

You greeted me. I asked you to let me live the Song of Songs of Love. You told me that you will come to me tonight and that you will love me as a man.

So I came from being to be. You are a dream, a sin that will come true.

I am a woman of flesh and blood. I have the eyes to look at you. I have the arms to fight with you under the sheets.

I have under my skin, the desire to be gently taken, to be on me with you, abandoned in your hands, in my land.
I want to touch that little penis you own. I want to feel your hand, not mine, between my legs touch the centre of life.
I'll let you in me. The access road is very narrow and smells good.

I have under my skin, a crazy anguish of being raped in the agony of erotic ecstasy. The pleasure of being abandoned by dreams, to have that desired love.

I wanted to immediately put my hand between your legs and touch the centre of his being. I wanted your hand to touch me.

I loved it when you did it at night. You caressed me with very slow sweetness. I kissed you. I drank the saliva of deep kisses.

You had a nice ass, a penis, but you touched my soft tits. I sucked it hot, I wanted to do it. I knew how to marry him.

Before long you will be here, you will no longer be just a dream. Soon you will knock on my door. I will come and open you. I will receive you in my house.

I'm ready to give myself to you. I am sick of love. You are sin. In exchange for your sex, you will find love.

Don't look at my unmade bed. It was you. You came to see me again last night. And there is something left of you on my pillow.

I love you hurt and stunned. Even if you have forgotten the lost words, even if you do not speak to me of love, the pain with you subsides.

And I also forgot the traces of those who already passed through my body and left me.
I'm yours now. My love appreciates my beauty. Let your body inhabit mine. And your body is mine.

It was already mine when I wanted it and you were far away, when you were a dream and I loved you. When you were like the cloud in the reflection of water.

When inside my womb I invented you. I was completely naked the night of dreams, for you.

I saw myself beautiful, I saw you beautiful, but I had not yet touched you. You were before my desire for you, it was love, it was life and it’s evil.
You came at night like a little god in my garden. You watched him.

I, who was waiting for you on the other side of me, smiled when I saw you walking on the waters of my body.

You led me to pleasure. I smiled, my self is or thought it was, alien to itself.

God died passing by. I thought he was the one who loved me at night. Hidden spectator. It will be because, adulteress I love, I love you.

Today will be a day of celebration. I responded Fiat to the wish. Today your logos will be revealed, it will become flesh for me.

I'm waiting for you. Today I will give you my woman's body. Today with your flesh penis, by my vagina, you will come to meet me.

No, the song of love songs cannot be alive without us living flesh uniting.

The night of love

I leave the day, I walk in the night not towards heaven,

but towards the earth, in history. I walk thinking of you.

Like a bridegroom I follow the trail you left for me.

I follow the scent of frankincense and myrrh

which thou hast exhaled for me at dawn of this day,

certain promise of union with you in intercourse,

prophecy of other intercourse.

Tonight, as a freed bride,

Renewed by love, bathed by the moon, you will join me.

Tonight, with you, for you, the Word will become flesh.

Naked body of a woman you will be for me,

two breasts, a belly, a vagina...

Naked body of man will be me for you.

For us profane love will be united to sacred love,

the divine to the human, good to evil, time to eternity.

Get up my beautiful friend and come and open up to me.

I knock on your door.

OUR HUMAN CANTICLE OF LOVE

Are you knocking at my heart, my love?

Are you disturbing my meditation, my dreams, my life?

Hello.

Come on, come in, don't stay on the threshold, I was waiting for you in the dark.

So much I looked for you ... You know?

You filled my imagination, my thoughts, my dreams, my life.

I fell in love with you.

Come into my arms now, make love, hurry, kiss me.

Turn on the lamp, my friend, that night has already fallen.

What are you waiting for my gentleman to get me?

She is your sister and my soul awaits you and trembles in expectation.

I want to look at you naked in the light.

Come into my arms. Do not linger, already I am naked for you.

Yes, my husband of love, all naked I opened my door to you, my hands wet with myrrh and honey.

Now, lying on the bed, I'm waiting for you on me.

What's different about your love? What did you find in me to want to give you to me?

Stop talking my love. Accept my desire to love you.

It's not a dream. I am here, I am alive for you. You are alive for me.

Come on, come and feed on my honey, my wine, my milk.

Still delaying? What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of? Take! I am already yours.

You know? I am no longer a tight garden, the source of life in me flows again.

Under the apple tree of my garden, where we were conceived and were born, I will give birth to you my love.

You have awakened my love.

Let yourself be watched.

What do you want? What are you looking for?

I'm looking for you.

Look!

I look for you in your eyes, I look at your face framed by long hair,

I look at the neck, shoulders, breasts, hips, navel, vagina, legs, feet...

I go back to your gaze. All naked you are for me. You are really very beautiful.

But, really, who are you? What do you want from me?

You already know what I expect from you.

I want you to become a man for me, I want to live with you the Song of Songs of Love.

You're just a woman.

Yes, I am only a woman, but I want you in my vineyard to give you my caresses.

I want you to teach me the art of love.

But fear me. I am not a toothed vagina. I don't want to castrate you.

Scents of nard and saffron, scents of cinnamon and cinnamon,

Scents of incense and aloe are diffused in the air.

Let yourself be seduced by your desire for me, by my beauty.

Come into my life, come and eat with me the fruits of my garden.

I will eat my honey with you, I will drink my wine and milk with you, do not be in a hurry.

Let me first meet the woman who came up from the desert, all perfumed with myrrh and incense, to meet me.

Let me hear your voice, tell me about yourself.

What are you looking for? Isn't it enough for you what you see, what you can touch, what you can have right away?

I am looking for you.

Stop talking, I'm already yours and all naked for you relaxed, open, quivering I wait for you in this bed.

Undress too, join me in my wedding bed, embrace me, kiss me my love,

the Garden of Eden is reflowered.

I watch you undress ... You are naked to me. I watch you walk naked towards me.

I like your naked body of man ... You are handsome.

Lying naked next to me, naked for you in the wedding bed, hugging me I kiss you.

You kiss my kisses, you play with my tongue.

But now come upon me, communicate about me, live with me, my soul awaits you.

Slowly rises and your caress descends on my skin, your kiss runs between my thighs.

A thrill, a melody ... You are no longer just a dream, you are real...

you are in my living ... love becomes living flesh...

My spirit trembles and groans... How beautiful you are, my love ... I want you.

I feel, I follow it, I accompany it, penetrate your hand slightly,

descended the mountain of Venus, my vagina, lingers on its threshold.

My heart beats wildly, a wave of heat rises and envelops me.

My body jerks and arches and opens...

Again, again, again.... Hold me by my hips, take me far.

You linger, you look at my naked vagina, you smell the wet scents of my sex,

Taste the vaginal honey listening to the wave of the stormy sea inside me.

I feel your desire to take me, I see it, I touch it.

I want you inside me. What are you waiting for?

Caress my turgid hot breasts now... It feeds your mouth to my erect nipples.

The scent of sex envelops me.

Come on, come upon me, enter me with me, join me within me for my body.

While I feed on you, you taste my fruits, they are sweet, they are ripe, they are bread and wine, body and blood

I'm yours, you're mine, it's me and you, it's us.

I want you, my love, I want to enter into you.

No, don't protect yourself from me, I'm healthy, it's not a fertile day...

Don't stop, keep going... enter me naked, I want to feel naked in me...

I want everything about you.

Are you sure?

Yes, my love, all naked I want to feel you inside me.

Ecstatic I watch your blasphemous penis leave my mouth,

I see him approaching my vagina.

I take him in my hands, I accompany him.

You stop to play, rub against my clitoris...

I want you inside me, I want to feel you inside me, my love.

Suddenly you penetrate me, slowly penetrate me, deeply...

You jump into my emptiness, you come to meet my spirit.

I feel you in me, my god, I feel you knocking on my womb

I welcome you in me ... My soul join you.

You kiss me, I kiss you.

I feel your hands looking for me now between my breasts, hips, buttocks, pubis.

Now rummage my vagina with you inside me.

I feel your breath, your desire for me.

I follow the rhythm of your penis getting faster and deeper,

I squeeze it between my vaginal lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

I hold you close to me, I want to come with you.

Say my name.

Yes, my love, it's me, it's yours.

Call me again.

I look at you, I look at me. I see myself in your eyes.

It joins the rhythm of my time to yours in a mystical carnal fusion.

A flash. An explosion. Light is separated from darkness, land from sea,

I don't know where I am anymore.

I fall with you above me into a tunnel of light.

I cling to you, don't leave me, don't get out of me, stay,

Wait for me, let me be embraced by you in the roar of the rising wave.

Don't go out, not now, stay inside me, stay united with me...

still above you leap my body with you inside...

dance my soul, my heart pierced by pleasure and pain...

Transfigured I float with you in me, I in you, in the rainbow.

Where are we?

I miss the air, where are you, where am I? Who am I?

Say my name.

Tell me love ... Is being flesh my most hidden and dark side?

Call me again.

Sweet wake up to you fastened. Now lay your head on my breasts.

Stop the time of the night, let's stay here.

How beautiful you are, my love.

How I wish you were my eternal husband, the father of my children,

On the streets of life I would kiss you without any fear.

I saw myself, I am a woman, I am naked, I am beautiful, I am alive. I have crossed the threshold of love, I have known what mortals have not yet enjoyed,

the taste of you, divine love, made flesh. Baptized with love, I was born to new life. Now where are you?

awakening

- Welcome back to the living. You made me worry. You looked like you fainted. Are you all right?

- Hold me close to you. I have to talk to you.

- Are you repentant? Should I be worried?

-No. I wanted to tell you...

- I listen to you.

- I lived with you the most beautiful feeling of my life, I do not know if it will ever be repeated with such intensity. I had to tell you, I wanted to let you participate, but I can't find the words to tell you ... I can only tell you that I PERCEIVED THE COLORS.

- The colors?

- You know, I had a strange orgasm.

- A strange orgasm? What do you mean.

- Yes, I had an orgasm, the most beautiful of my life, but understood as a set of emotions-sensations not only sexual.

- Glad I gave you pleasure.

- No, it wasn't just pleasure generated by sex... No, I experienced the most beautiful emotion of my life. I'm glad it happened with you.

-What do you mean?

- I can't describe in words what I felt, what I felt, where I was, but I wanted to tell you, I wanted to share what I experienced.

-Try.

- It's not easy, but thank you for listening, thank you for understanding the importance of these moments but thank you above all for understanding that I had to talk to you.

-I don't understand. What happened to you?

- Hard to say in words. I experienced a different reality. I touched, we were the colors, the sounds, the scents, the flavours. I know that I will never be the same again.

-Because?

- I really experienced that reality. It is something magical, OF COMMUNION OF ALL THE SENSES WITH THE EXTERNAL AND INTERNAL ELEMENTS TO ME, while I was united with you.

How could I be the same as before now that I know it can happen again? I'm not crazy.

- No, you're not.

- Will we meet again?

@ad

Who are you?

I am alone now. You are not there, where are you? Who are you?

What do you want from me? What do you want to do with me now that you've had me.

What will become of me? I'm confused. It's all a mess.

I don't know who I am anymore. I don't even know who I'll be anymore.

I only know that I am yours and that you are mine. I just know I want to stay with you.

Do you want it?

You know? I flew incorporeal high. I found myself in infinity with you.

In that timeless spatial dimension, unknown to me, my soul was lost.

Looking down, in the light I saw our naked bodies still united in intercourse,

but motionless and undone, like dead.

I was afraid.

Then, you called me.

Catapulted to earth, I found myself in your arms.

I looked with fear into your eyes ... then... I felt happy.

Still, your eyes spoke to me of love.

Yes, I am happy to love myself in your eyes, to love you in your eyes, to live for your eyes,

to see you live in my eyes.

Yes, I'm happy. I know it wasn't just sex, I know you'll always be with me.

I know you will love me even when I can no longer join you for the body.

Will we meet again?

Yes, my love, we will meet again. I dream of you and I wait for you. And, if you also want it, reach me. You know how and where to find me.

Being united, we, in the intercourse, were not an inescapable animal instinct, an incoercible need. We wanted it.

You know? Today I was born for you. You were born for me. Now you live in me, I in you?

You have taken away from me the madness that petrified me. Today what I would like is to continue living with you. Come to me, who am your sister in soul, I will not prevent you.

Will we meet again?

Yes, we will meet again. You know my name, I know yours.

You took me for a man

Lying on you who took me for a man,

I found in your bones, flesh, breasts, the source of life.

You in our bed of love, now lie cut off, stunned by sex and the adulterous stone,

but still look for me.

Yes, I have spoken to you, you have heard many years of words as I looked at you,

while I fed on your ancient mother's womb,

while, with the immortality of Christ at your side, I slipped into your innocence,

Bride violated, the wedding vanished.

Today I will climb the stairs, my dying beloved.

Foolish I come to pick you up in the Sanctum Santorum

hidden from the eyes of the angel with the sword of fire.

Of inestimable value is your collaboration to live,

you want to be in my life to give me love.

No, I can't let you die now, no.

Your verb is love.

You are the light that illuminates the earth,

the light that illuminates the night of dying.

Rebirth

A thread of your light penetrated when you lifted the stone that covered me.

Your kiss breathed, like God, life into my dead body.

Like Snow White, I vomited Eve's apple.

And you, you have been astonished witnesses of my resurrection,

father of love.

Reborn, naked under you lying, I loved myself in the intercourse with you.

Within me you have planted your seed of love, and my garden has flourished again,

Now I'm waiting for you again.

The unreal silence of rebirth is terrible.

Where are you?

Here alone in the dim light everything is silent.

Hidden from God's eyes for you, I am also frightened by the shadows of this room.

Don't leave me alone, come and get me, I'll wait for you

Also tonight

You'll love me

Tonight I will see the sky again.

Mother of Love

Pregnant with you, I didn't abort you.

Today, when I have been upon you, I have given birth to love,

I gave birth to you.

You have entered me, you have come out of me, accompanied by me,

You, love, are the fruit of my womb.

No god, given my folly, had penetrated my vagina to impregnate me with love,

no other God had given life to the flesh of my flesh,

I was buried to life.

Today Love was born.

You, you inside me, only you, you born from me.

MADNESS

Blah blah blah are the words of love today, after knowing love with you.

When, when it will still happen that I can leave the tomb that encloses me

for your calling me back to life.

No, I'm not dead,

I lived in another dimension, between happiness and pain, dreaming of eternity.

But I'm not dead, no, and a lit candle is not enough for me,

A prayer on the Day of the Dead is not enough for me,

It’s not enough for me that you touched my G-spot

And you called me love.

Again I want to return with you to the forbidden Eden,

I want you naked flesh to bring me back to the unknown universe of me,

Where we have been together and where everything begins and everything ends.

Yes, bring me fire, bring it to this desolate land of mine,

dry my tear.

Get out, leave your narcissistic enclosure of madness, come and meet me.

I am not alone in life, true, but alone I am waiting for you.

You will look at me again, again you will enter my garden,

Again I will join you, again I will live love with you.

Come and meet me in my nights, in my days,

Every time I will drop, for your eyes, my wedding dress.

NOW WHERE ARE YOU?

I address my appeal to you...

if I think that only once I had you,

If I think that my breath becomes immensity only for you.

I still can't decipher you.

And you, you who are you, so far, so close...

In an instant I annihilate my present

just to be next to you with the soul

only to give me, to give you, to still have a fragment of you.

Live our moment now, open your arms and welcome me,

I need to feel safe.

In this narrow and winding path that will be our history,

I see our walking through the unknown dark forest.

But I am not afraid, you are with me, you know the way.

I see our path,

and you hold my hand at every obstacle

and move every thorny branch letting me pass,

and... pick up a bell by donating it to me,

and cover my shoulders at night asleep at the edge

and wake me up with a kiss

Every day

The smell of the morning is even better if you are next to me.

And then sit down one day and look back.

See your smile, which rarely contracts your face.

So, sitting in any one over there, you bend over each other's shoulders.

Against the background of a sunset we will laugh at our follies,

We will hold, as always, our hands and...

then... THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME.

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU

It's spring. I seek you my love.

Dressed as a bride, on the streets of Jerusalem, I looked for you.

I asked my friends, the guards, "Did you see my love?"

In vain.

In the dark streets of sex, lit by bonfires, they asked me:

"Show us your tits! Are you wearing underwear?

Come on, lift your skirt and show us your vagina, give us your ass,

let yourself be touched, let's have an orgy..."

Even in the illuminated shopping streets, good people asked me:

"How much do you want for your beautiful body?"

True, I am not a virgin, nor am I your bride

but not even a prostitute ... I am your love.

I escaped, I returned home and here, in your company, I wait for you.

On your return I will dance for you the dance of the seven veils, the belly dance...

I will show you my femininity, my voice will be melody...

I will let myself be looked at by you, I will let myself be touched by you...

You will kiss me, I will undress you, you will undress me,

you will accompany me again on the new journey to the land of love,

and everything about me will be next to you.

There, with you, I was a free woman, you a free man,

There, we revealed ourselves as human beings of equal dignity,

There, we freely gave ourselves to each other,

There, in the darkness a light separated, there, I knew love.

No, there was no death in the mystical fusion of us,

I remained a woman, you a man.

No, there was no masochistic violence or passive submission,

We loved each other without judging, without killing.

You'll be back, I know. I have faith in you.

damn love

A damn forbidden love you are for me.

You, so helpless and fragile ... innocent you called me.

Imprudent you asked me divine love ... Did you know that I am the serpent.

Did you know, descendant of Eve, that forbidden is to love me,

It's no longer heaven for me, I just have to look at it.

Awakened by the immobility of condemnation,

I wanted you, adulteress before the eyes of God and man,

I have had you, divine creature, among my coils, to have salvation.

Between lights and inebriated perfumes I tore your wedding dress looking into your eyes,

I washed you with my tongue ... You know...

I didn't want to find God hiding in the garden between your thighs again.

In putting on a condom, I didn't want to make you the container of a fertilized egg,

Putative Father

I did not want to mourn children, who died in the cosmic war between Good and Evil,

You stopped me:

"No, don't protect yourself from me, I'm healthy, it's not a fertile day...

Don't stop, keep going... enter me naked, I want to feel naked in me...

I want everything about you."

You, the most beautiful of creatures, in my arms have screamed for forbidden pleasure,

you cried out for love in the silence of a lost promised paradise,

But you will cry again, one day, even the pain of condemnation.

Yes, we will meet again.

You know?

I want you, damn love, I love you and I still want you,
but I want you to be happy.

No, don't think of me thinking of you,

I just want you to be well, even without me.

Run away from me, my love, run away while you still can.

You know, I am the serpent.

Are you the angel or the snake love? Whoever you are, you are ... my. I who am a woman, fire of love will not be afraid of the apple, I will wash you of guilt with purified water ... Love me!

I will make you the most beautiful angel of the new Eden! Away with censorship! Away with sin! I will be salt ... and then sugar ... I will strip myself of the last veil, perhaps the one I never lifted.

From me away the din of censorship on my ego! Away with the fear of sinning! To you the purity of a love, mine, Serpent ... I love you.

@d 05/01/2003

I want you

I want you, I want you, I still want you

I want to hold you skin to skin again.

Shivering I want to caress you,

Look at you as you undress and walk towards the embrace.

Lying by my side, satisfied sex,

I want your perfume, the word that caresses being...

It is not enough for me to remember the divine experience.

Excruciating indelible desire

Bold I'm looking for you to get you back

I irreversibly love you.

Seduce me! You are not my husband, but I do not fear distance if you are there

Continuous time is nothing, it is not that time...

Look for me!

@ad 07/02/2003

Listen to me, I'll tell you something about me to understand who I am.

This evening, lying alone in my empty bed, in the silence of the night, I think of you, I talk to you about me and with you I retrace the stages of my life as a woman.

I want to try to understand what is happening to me.

Young woman, educated for life, inexperienced in life, I loved to love, I loved love. So, years ago, out of love I got married in church. I became a mother.

I was happy, but above all I was happy to have left my father.

I didn't tell you the whole truth... As a child I dreamed of being able to live at home without eyes wide by pain and fear of violence...

I dreamed that my father would not beat us. You could not play train with chairs, which my father shouted; I couldn't read which tore up my books.

You couldn't do anything that children usually do.

I was ten years old and I already had to be a mother to my sister instead of my mother. Defending her from the violence of my father, a father who taught me sex one night,

a gratuitous and conscious violence. My mother knew.

I hated my father. He didn't speak to me. He didn't call me by name. Only when he was sick did he remember that I existed. I wanted him dead, and he died. I don't feel any fault of it.

It ruined my life. But, I didn't know that I still had to live the worst.

I enrolled in an acting school. I was young, I was good, I was beautiful. They offered me a television job, I accepted it.

On the night I was betrayed by my husband, torn, torn, destroyed, I let myself die, I petrified.

I continued to live in the house with him and he kept cheating on me. She wasn't enough for him ... He was still trying to have sex with me, telling me I was his wife.

I refused to give myself to him. When he approached to kiss me, I rejected him ... whenever.

He didn't notice it, but his presence bothered me, his hands on me bothered me. So, one day, faced with my umpteenth rejection of him, he raped me.

I remember everything, as if it happened now. I remember every detail. It was almost noon, the children at work. The sun drew the contours of the shutters on the floor.

I was preparing lunch, when... he threw me to the ground ... I didn't scream ... everything happened so fast ... I don't know... how long did it last... 5 minutes, one minute ... I don't know the time ...

the socks were not broken when I picked them up ... I hate it.

Luckily for me, he spent most of his days and nights away from home, leaving me alone. And, in solitude, at night I punished my body, desiring, trying to die.

I immersed myself in my work as an actress. I was acting out another life. I started to leave the house and make friends. When I wasn't working, I went out with them.

I wandered with them looking for a man, for the city, for the shops, I stopped at bars, I went to the mountains or to the pool to read and sunbathe.

I was courted, but I always refused. I didn't want more men in my life.

My husband, while seeing each other, continued to remain married to me.

He was satisfied to have a beautiful wife to introduce to his friends, a wife who didn't break his boxes.

The children, now independent, made their lives. For them, the house was a hotel. I was the servant.

We were often invited by his friends, by his band, to parties. She was always there. Everyone knew about them.

At dinners, he boasted that he had a mistress, that he had taught me to make love, that I was good and that he did it every day.

The idiots listened to him, looking at me with desire, undressing me with their eyes. They hoped to have me, seeing the stupid husband I had.

He told them that I had small breasts and that he wanted me to make plastic.

Yes, he wanted me to have my breasts redone to make it bigger. I refused, just as I continued to refuse to join him in intercourse.

He was more and more insistent, violent, so much so that he joined me, that evening we met, in my dressing room. He promised me.

He asked me to undress that he wanted to make love. Faced with my refusal, he pulled me, trying to throw me on the ground.

I was afraid, I knew the violence of which he was capable. I had already experienced it. I strayed from her embrace and ran away half-naked and saw you in the hallway.

I followed you into the warehouse. You saw me, you said "hello". I threw myself into your arms and said, "I'm afraid."

You didn't ask me anything. You hugged me, you protected me. Then you touched, with your hand, my breast.

I looked at you; I felt in your eyes the love I was reading about, the love I had sought, the love I had lost.

I wanted you for myself. I would have given myself to you. But you took me home, to my husband.

For days I thought about you, your hand brushing against my breasts. I inquired about you.

Now invulnerable to pain, I was not afraid and I asked you for love to give you the love that was buried in me.

In the erotic intercourse of bodies, awakened by you, I revealed to you what I really am and did not know I was.

I have revealed myself to you in my most intimate, true, profound essence. We freely love our souls through us. Don't betray them.

Today, I walk barefoot through the world, enlightened by my senses, thinking of you, seeking the encounter with you.

I want to relive that magical moment of communion of all the senses with the external and internal elements of me, which gave me peace and made me happy.

Be found, please, open wide your door to me, join me.

Let the erotic ecstasy experienced, which I have never experienced before, not only a fleeting moment of immeasurable and excruciating intensity.

I know, it was a concrete physical experience, I know, we can repeat it in everyday reality.

Join me, hurry up, listen to me, you know, I have only today to love you, my love.

I was glad that after the intercourse you didn't go away, but you stayed embraced to listen to me.

You asked me what happened. I had no words. I don't know. I am not like that.

I think it wasn't me who loved us, I think it was our souls who loved each other for the body.

Was it the same for you? Do you want it now?

Then reach me, strip me, strip me of this flesh, pull me out of this body, do not let me die waiting.

Tonight I'm waiting for you. Come and see me cry, my love, your love burns my body.

When, when will I still be able to unite my soul as a woman with you, who with so much love hold me in your universe?

Love, I'm waiting for you. Join me. I'm yours. Do it, do it now. Penetrate me, take me to live or die in your land. I don't ask you anything else. All yours I am.

You have penetrated me, my soul has joined yours and I know how sweet your possession is.

Struck by desire, divine madness, I immersed myself in the sea of the immense beauty of living.

You killed my petrified self, you made me know myself. I want to kill your wandering self, I want you to be happy too.

Now I know that life is worth living.

Thinking of you. I think of that moment and my desire to receive you within me and find peace grows more and more.

My soul desires erotic physical contact with you. Do not leave me in the incorporeal and sublimated dimension of platonic love.

Violent is desire, violent passion, I am alive, you are alive, my love wants to give you my flesh, wants your flesh.

But fear not, I am not an amoeba, a leech, a praying mantis. I know that after the intercourse there is the detachment of the bodies. But I am a prisoner of love.

I love you as I love myself. I love the whole universe. I don't want to come to hate you for that.

I don't want to love another more than you and me, but what would become of me if you loved another more than me? I'm scared. Again, today, I am afraid.

SACRILEGE

Hungry for you, my soul calls you,

He tells you strip me of this flesh, join me.

Sacrilegious I want to feel again within me sterile

Your penis shape the hot mud of my bowels

tonight.

Nourished by your sperm in communion with you,

I will drag you into the abyss of chaos of a deep mystery

asking for eternity of us.

It will be imperfect life,

But to you joined in sin is the human way to life.

I know, they will be groans, breaths, pain, pleasure, fear...

But I cannot, I don't want, now that I've known you, to do without you.

It was mud trampled my garden before your kiss,

My mute word, my dead body.

On this night, crucified to you, leave me a trace of you,

Let me meet you tomorrow.

Now give me a tear, a word

Give me peace.

At last! You seem like a dream to me, you are here with me. I haven't finished my period yet, I tell you. The same kisses me, the same caress me, the same enters my vagina.

I join you. I'm happy now, you love me. You're rocking me, you've stayed with me. Nothing softer to rest on is to feel you.

You know? I was really afraid of losing all this. I thought you were gone. I was afraid that I would never feel this warmth again. Stay with me.

@ad 10/04/2003

Nocturnal thoughts

No, I have not made you an asexual divine body.

I didn't make you a thing, a perfect housewife.

I have not dominated you, nor have I subdued you, nor will I be your master father.

You who are more precious than gold, more beautiful than diamond,

you are alive and full of energy,

You are perfect, though fallacious and vain beauty, for erotic sexual love.

You are life. You are flesh, we are flesh, we have the same destiny

And as you know there is no life beyond death.

I have come to you to meet you. I did not come to pray.

I asked you to take off your white robe and give me your sex of love.

But today you only wanted hugs and caresses, stating that it was an impure day for love.

No, you are not impure. Menstrual blood is not impure and intercourse is not short

and that nothing stands in the way of loving us.

I watched you, erotically uninhibited, undress you for free for me.

Our souls, loving each other for the body of flesh,

they have not mixed with the divine,

They did not give us the sin of pregnancy.

No, monstrous beings, giants, will not be born from us.

You are beautiful in your woman's body.

we will spend the night in my bed

I, Diana, am in love for you.

Yes, you saw me naked, you touched me,

I have seen you naked, I have touched you.

In the love affair you have left your stigmata on me

You have entered my story.

No, there was no fusion in one body,

nor was I looking for him.

True, I'm just a woman, but I don't lack anything.

I'm certainly not looking for the missing penis you have,

I don't have to fill my holes,

I don't look for my mother, not even my father.

Now that I have tasted love I desire you,

I still burn for you,

I burn with a love that is not consumed.

I, Diana, am in love for you.

I'm excited just thinking about you, I still feel your desire in me.

Come, my love, within me tonight,

Give me your hand

we get out of my self,

let's get out of your self,

Let's give each other love.

Come, my love, join me, we will spend the night in my bed,

there I will give you my caresses,

there you will tell me...

there you will give me...

True, I am only a woman, but happy to be with you a woman,

the beloved woman who loves you.

Conscious living our history,

History that is and will be the only mystical eternal fusion stronger than death.

Today, again, we together to kiss. Your hands caressed, scrambled my breasts by the v-neck of my shirt along the path.

When we reached the river, hidden, you lifted my skirt. Water flowed. Madness.

I'm not a prostitute

I'm not a prostitute, I'm just a woman.

I have never made myself an altar for false gods of love,

No one ever prayed to me kneeling at the crossroads

to request my graces,

Only you.

I never offered my naked body to passers-by for money or just pleasure.

I never received, in my woman's body, useless members of men who wanted

masturbate with me.

Only you and you know.

I am only a woman, the woman who offered herself to you having seen Love in you,

I am the woman who loves you.

You are just a man, true, a man who loves me,

the elect that I let enter me.

Remember, only for love you had me.

I love you as a woman

No man ever had me naked before meeting you. For no one has my being ever become flesh and blood with this intensity.

It is impossible to metabolize the violent emotion, unknown to me before, to hear and see you, to want you, to love you all.

You have been able to see and hear me, accept me ... you have been able to reveal me ... like no one. For you I am a woman who has become human.

I had you, true, but the excitement does not go down ... Being in you with me and talking to you is beautiful.

No, it cannot happen again. No, the spiritual positions of meeting each other will not be repeated, they will not be able to repeat each other.

The soul, which sees beyond, feels that we could live together, we ... marry me my love ... Oh, immerse ourselves in love and enjoy some time of joy.

Do not drive me back into the solitary realm, where the soul is sufficient for itself, to live the expectation of the eternal mystery accomplished of a thought of love concluded.

I don't want to return to the superhuman world of goddesses, nor love those I don't love. I wasn't looking for you, I didn't even know you existed.

I was not looking for anyone, I am a wife and mother, my story was already over. But so it is. Today adulterous I love you.

The feeling is now beyond comprehension, beyond my will.

The eternal hope of overcoming the human condition of sin to remain eternal and innocent human to live there is now accusation.

I love you because you are, unique and unrepeatable, I love you like this, maybe too much, but I love you. Give up on you? What a waste.

Make you just a memory? Never. I will never give you memories, these excrements of lost life live on nothing.

I will never feed you to dogs. I will be waiting for you every day.

This evening in the embrace I felt at home.

You tell me you want me to be happy. Then don't kick me out, leave me to you every night. I will watch you sleep and for a daring caress you will wake up in my arms.

Again I will ask you to kiss me, to let you undress and ... but I will never hurt you.

With you life has the mystical flavours of communion ... with you ... and if sometimes silent silence still rises in the soul, the fear of abandonment in distressing solitude, do not be afraid...

I want to stay with you, I am eternally in you, I love you. Life is beautiful.

@ Diana 22/7/2003

SECRET

This pure essence of substance and sound

This embryo of clear speech

This secret touch is you.

Crystal as mobile as the waves transgress my silences

quick and only strike my blue.

Crystal I drink you in the dawn

Candor of dream, magic of the East is you, magic of my secrets.

If I think, the secret turns to dust

rain of an altar that is not valuable.

You in the apotheosis of a mystical instant a ray of light,

Oblivion after the agony, the awakening after a long silence.

You who gave me a smile

when my life went against the tide...

when even my shadow was gone

Your "hello" composed a song for me.

I will never be for you the pleasure of an instant

to you I will give more, I will give you the imprint of my smile not to forget (by D)

You've been with me again all day. Trampling on the autumn leaves, we talked about us, we loved each other in the sun, we said "I love you" and my love increases.

"I don't want you different, I don't want to submit to you, I don't want to merge into one body with you for fear of losing you because you are other than me. I love you as you are. ", you told me.

I love you too, I am with you, I want to stay with you. You won't lose me if you don't want to. Even if vain, redeemed by you, I love you, we love each other.

Impossible in your presence to remain motionless and impassive ... how not to look at you ... How to see you and not want you?

Imbued with inexhaustible and, at times, unspeakable desires is our fairy tale.

Lie down between cuddles for the warmth of a more daring caress and full of unprecedented sweetness, for emotional physical contact, conscious presence, magical element,

We create our universe of liquid love to swim together to discover this itinerary of amazement that leads to you, to reach us.

I told you that my friends have always supported, that a relationship like this was what was needed for me. I argued the opposite and have always avoided it.

Now I don't know for sure. I just know that I love you and that I'm afraid of losing you or hurting you. Know that if this happens it will never be by my will.

I could not and would never want to hurt you.

You trusted me, you showed me that we can also hope and live despite what bad life forces us to endure.

How I wish I never had to see this story of ours end! You always say that you cannot offer me a regular family, respectability before the world and before God,

But I have your respect, your time, your affection and a thousand other feelings of you. That is enough for me and sometimes it seems too much. I give you much less. Ours is Love, and also

God will forgive us.

You may be wondering why I told you these words, there is no answer. I felt the need to do it.

@a 05/07/2003 Your @Diana.

FORGIVE ME IF I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

I broke a silence, today ... "I love you," I told you.

So after a long journey I felt at home.

It doesn't matter if this house is empty, if you are far away...

I feel the warmth of a hug in this house that does not belong to me.

I would like to pull my heart out of my breast and then give it to you,

I would die even now if only you asked me.

No, don't listen to my pains, you have to look forward

Follow your light, walk, before you is life.

I am death, I am in another book...

that book that you may never finish reading,

maybe you'll never understand it...

maybe... there isn't. (forgive me if I love you so much)

04/03/2003

Love, how difficult it is to pass in front of this video and not be able to turn it on, even just to send you a I love you, just to receive it ... This is unfair.

You've been in my thoughts all day and my love grows.

Today that the sky is blue and warm is the sun, I wait for you. Mentally I ask you ... Come and swim with me in this lucid and profound transparency,

You know... Despite knowing about the trip for the discontinuous time, every day I miss your presence.

I marry you

When I think, I always end up next to you.

When I dream, like every night, I meet you.

At every dawn, if you will, I marry you.

Come to me,

and I will dance for you covered with a veil of skin,

fragile obstacle to your desire.

Join me tonight.

And thou salt run over me like a soft breath, shivering with desire,

wrapping my soul with fire ... I will be Diana, Miriam, your woman.

I love you without knowledge,

I love you no matter how hard it can be to love you,

but I love you. Yours forever.

@Diana.

Dream

You, a dream hidden in a dream, grow in me, like a foetus in a womb.

You substance and essence, you creature that thirsts my being a woman

thou forbidden love, thou looming sorrow

feline came in my restless nights, silent nights.

You gave me a look at one of the blackest nights,

You offered me your love by surprising my senses.

That breath of wind came to me, breathed my lips to smile...

That day my life became yours.

Today, before God, I swear my faithfulness to you, my love.

I will be the bride in a virtual world waiting for the real,

I will be heat and frost, I will be, for you ... whatever you want.

I had the gift of love, I had you as a gift.

I will not leave you to the wind, I will keep you hidden in my soul.

You will never die, my love ... never.

Good morning honey, my night is you, as you are my sun. Love, I hope you will forgive me for last night and for this morning, but... Here, it's not easy, here it's a bad time.

He who screams and offends. It is not the first time. Will... as have so many others passed ... Or we will arrive, again, at a crossroads.

I don't want him to touch me, I don't want his sex... I am no longer his.

I wish you were here to take me away. I would like to fly away from this hell, but ... I can't, you know.

If sometimes something does not go as expected, do not take it, try to understand me. It is not my will.

I love you, my thoughts are for you, always, you fill all the voids. I love you.

@ad 12/03/2003

It's not a game.

You who live in my world listen to my cry.

Here you die without a reason,

You no longer live the sun, you no longer see the sea.

Between hatred and grudges you see a truth...

You are not a game, but love.

For this I am condemned...

hell has taken me on this night that never passes...

And the next day I put wings for you...

I am reborn for you, I relive for you...

and we will walk under a rainbow of peace,

We will hold hands, we will say I love you.

wait for me, I'm still afraid to love

Today, even if Saturday, we cannot meet, I work all day. The director who directs me is very demanding. But, if you can call, I will gladly hear you. I miss you a mess.

I think of us and I write to you. I ask you ... Let me live this song of love with you. The ways you want, but let me live.

You asked me to tell you about me, that you want to know everything about me, but what would be the point of telling you about me?

Do not tell me that you also want confidences from me, what is not "told to everyone". Because? What would you do with it? Is it something that helps me or you? Do you like gossip? Do you want exclusivity?

I have already given. I'll be honest with you all the same. I love you, I want you to know everything about me. I trust you.

A man, a friend, had become very attached to me, while his wife, my friend, was pregnant. He had like a rejection of her and he was not entirely wrong, because she was really unbearable.

One day he asked me to undress for him, who wanted to see me naked, who wanted to make love to me.

Faced with my refusal, she reproached me that, if my husband could have a lover, I could keep him in his place. But it wasn't the same for me.

He was a very sweet man, but I had no intention of ruining something beautiful, like a child on the way, even if his mother didn't deserve it.

They separated after a couple of years and it seems that he has found a woman right for him.

She, the ex-wife, got together with another, since she had "nothing to do." Even with her husband she had put herself because she had "nothing to do." His own words.

I am not like that. My marriage was founded on the ideals I still believe in, and it collapsed.

I already told you that I was betrayed, betrayed with someone who said she was my best friend, in my wedding bed.

Although betrayed, I stayed with my husband. I never betrayed him, but staying with him destroyed my soul. My soul, which I considered clean.

I continued, I continue to live with him and I feel dirty for "duty."

You know, I believed so much in love and sincerity that I told him what I felt and lived, but everything backfired. I was punished with my own life.

I never felt like throwing myself away. My self was not and is not very strong, but surely I would never have put myself with anyone because "I have nothing to do" or not to feel alone".

True, I am married and I was and am alone. I live separately in the house. It weighs on me to be alone. I suffer so much from loneliness.

I wasn't born to be alone. I feel wasted, but I never had any intention of throwing myself away, but only of dying.

Loneliness was the price of my dignity, of freedom, but you don't know what a high price it has. You cannot know the value of this suffering.

Then, the day I saw you, I found in you what I wanted. In love with your soul, I offered myself to you.

Your way of talking about love, your love was unique, wonderful, enveloping. I wanted it for myself.

Today you ask me who I am, what I want from you. I don't know. I only know that I live with you the love of the Song of Songs and that life is beautiful.

I know that I no longer think about death, but about meeting with you. I offered myself totally to you. You warned me. But I want to live you.

Even my friends told me that this relationship of ours is what I needed. Maybe that's true, but I want more. I still don't know what, but more.

I live with love, of love with you. I know, I am yours and you are mine, but, for the moment, when it happens, if it happens, even if deliberately, in freedom.

Freedom ... It has no time, no limits, no rules. The important thing is to respect it, not to lock it up, not to demand visits or appointments. It's living. It is to live it.

Love is also living and living it.

I think of you often, I dream of you and in the dream I would like to marry you, have you close for the rest of my life, but each of us has his luggage in his backpack, we can look inside,

But we can't exchange it. Not now. We are on the same road!?

Meanwhile, he continues to love me like this. Perhaps, tomorrow, I will ask you to marry me. I already want it today.

It's evening. At the end of the tiring work I think of you desiring the meeting with you and I am alone. With the TV on, a love movie, my husband with his lover, my children having fun,

You maybe in the company of your children or to sleep or gnawing inside or in front of the PC or alone like me.

What are you doing? Where are you? Do you see that you are far away?

Even though I've spent all this time thinking about you, writing to you, wanting to talk to you, wanting to be hugged to you. The time will come.

Freedom is also this. For both of us.

There are times when everything seems possible to me, even with the limits that reality imposes on us. It is not these limits that ruin, it has nothing to do with your family, my family.

It is I who am afraid, I who am not ready yet. Give me time, wait for me.

There are so many things that you do not know about me, that you do not give me a way to tell you, and that I do not tell you because I am fine for you and because sometimes I do not see a reason to do it

either it's not the time or I don't consider it appropriate or...

As you can see, I also send you something, something that I did not want for fear of losing you, but that I thought.

A bit like you, when you let your thoughts free to wander in search of something. Thing? An answer? A certainty? If you want certainty, I'm just the wrong person.

The only ones I have are in my little daily life. In which I try to keep order so as not to get lost. In order not to lose the meaning of a life and not to let go.

I have so many answers to give you. If you want to ask direct questions. But they are not able to formulate thoughts or desires. I can only tell you that I love you and that I want, I want, my meetings with you.

I wrote to you in real time. I opened the PC to find a kiss. Okay, I'm the one sending you a kiss. A hug.

@ d 31/03/2003

the pleasure

My naked body seeks you and embraces your presence.

In front of you kneeling, lips dry, I ask for your sperm.

The rhythm of a shared harmony that leads to pleasure is unleashed between us.

And still together later, exhausted, bodies embraced, minds numb, I breathe in me the sweet taste of you.

Nourished, I love you.

And so flows the living without you, with you inside,

out of the meat.

Without criteria I upset existence

and in pain I seek.

I would like to pass through the eye of a needle and join you in your realm.

Open the door once more, enter into me again,

And the world will be ours for a moment.

@ad 29/04/2003

Daydreaming.

Good morning love, tonight I want to talk to you a little. I am alone in the house. Where are you? I've been looking for you for hours. I would like to see you, if only for a moment.

I know that it is difficult for you, it is also for me, to find a way to meet you, but it is always the famous wish box that if you open it comes true.

I know if you want, you can. I'm waiting for you.

I love you, I perceive it as something arcane, inescapable, even if wanted and sought. Love me. Let it be early and every soon always.

Don't you live with me? It doesn't matter, I'm waiting for you anyway, you give me serenity, you gave me the desire to live.

I perceive it as something arcane to love you ... you love me ... Let it be early and every soon always. You're giving me my life back.

Call me! Right now! It does not matter, I care only today, now, we, you, you who transmit to me peace, serenity and all that are beautiful.

I would like to see you on Monday even for half an hour, maybe in the morning as early as you can. Just tell me yes...

I'm ready to sit in my corner again, don't worry about me, even if I love you, if your serenity demands it.

Tomorrow together, the way you want, I'll wait for you ... anyway... Hello. Tomorrow too I will be alone.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, it's three o'clock in the morning, and it’s time for me to go to sleep. I hug you tightly.

@ad 18/09/2002

SHADES OF LOVE

Nourished by love, by you unexpected, this morning, now, that evening has come, again in desire I wait for you, to offer myself to you, my love.

I wait but I am serene, I am no longer afraid to offer my sex as a woman to your desire for a man.

Already I hear your voice whispering to me "I love you, you are beautiful". But for you I want to be even more beautiful ... You must desire me beyond desire, you will have no other women outside of me.

Will you come to me again this evening? I will wait for you. I will wear for you my most beautiful dress, I will be perfumed.

Already I see you slowly undressing. I love it when you unfasten my bra and kiss my breasts. I love it when you take off my briefs and look at it before you catch me.

I already feel your embrace, your caress. I like to undress you, see you excited, welcome you into me.

Again today I will be happy, again I will follow you into the universe forbidden to all to live in love.

I know you don't need a thousand shades of sex to savour pleasure, you just need to feel my love, you just have to look at me inside my woman's body.

You are love.

You know I'm willing to do anything to travel with you, I love you ... Feel free to use every fantasy about me, I'll let you do it as you let me do it, but please... forget De Sade,

It forgets all other perversions, even if it is called pleasure of love.

And don't think of selling me, of exchanging me ... I know, and you know, that it is not love, but sickness or perversion, it is unhealthy pleasure that kills love.

I offer you confident and free to love me, all of myself. Don't take me by the pads.

Tonight, while embracing you in a dream, I still do not sleep ... I'm waiting for you... but you, where are you ... and how are you ... you can hear me ... If you want it, in these screams of silence.

I think I see you now... You travel between hate and love looking for the shadow of nothingness leaving the desire to cry, on this night of the black moon.

I think of you now far away ... Yet you are so close to me beyond the distances imposed on us by fate.

And you are alive, you are spring, you are the life that grows and that still smiles. You are everywhere, you are in memory, you are in the present, you are in the deprivation of a body.

Perhaps now you are only a prayer, a hope that rises and does not die.

@ad 19/09/2002

I think of you, you know?

This is my land, my breath, my unfinished universe on which you still unaware walk.

I think of you, you know? Every evening, every night as every day

finding yourself between bare words and the din of the world,

longing for deeper silences with you on your skin.

I wish you were here tonight waiting for the waning moon

to reach you in the flesh full of desires.

I will not speak, we will listen together, silenced by the kiss, the stillness

until day fall.

@ad 09/05/2003

yours forever

The tree of our love will soon cease to bear fruit,

they will tear him down,

cruel choice of those who have the axe in their hands

And it can and will decide and cut down our tree and that day will fall.

His silence will be a scream to the sky

and the dying branches will look up asking why

in the background of the blue of a sky our reflections

and slowly they will leave their hands, invoke a prayer...

Wasted...

but... My love will remain yours forever, my sweet darling

I will live in you for eternity, they can kill me, I will die

and I will still be yours in the love of a pain.

13/05/2003

Today, the next day, I'm still waiting for a call that doesn't come. Why don't you call me? How much harm you do to me you have no idea ... I ask very little.

BUT SOMETIMES THAT'S TOO MUCH TOO, ISN'T IT? I feel humiliated when this happens.

Forgive me if I am like this, but I suffer. Sometimes I wish I didn't love you, but I love you so much and I miss you today.

Every kind of love lacks something precious that only the other can offer.

I'm lying when I tell you that I don't want you all mine, but it's out of love that I accept I don't have you, just because you don't want it. I would like to marry you tomorrow.

14/05/2003 @ Diana.

HONEYMOON

And for this trip I brought a suitcase full of precious

that day after day you gave it to me.

You gave me wisdom and sweetness, you covered me with love covering all my mistakes

For you and with you I understood how beautiful life was

And in this forbidden honeymoon I will be everything to you

from here to every day to come.

I will speak before you the formula of love.

There will be no judges for consent,

Only we genuflect before us

to love each other every day in life and even more after life.

I sinful and full of guilt, betrayed bride

Traitor before the Father I ask consent for our love

and may God say yes and bless us.

I ask God for your hand.

Of this love I do not want death, divine is the path

And even if the road is hard, there is no hint of fatigue.

To you I ask instead ... Join me in this life

I am alone and lost without you and, although far away, I am beside you.

In every moment you shine in my space.

Drink my blood, today, feed on me,

I want to be yours for the eternal even before God.

I love you, I want to flow through your veins.

15/05/2003

you will not find God in my vagina.

Stripped of my wedding dress, I dance for your eyes tonight

in front of the sea.

Falling into your arms, you listen with me to the rising tide,

kisses me.

My love I am yours, you are mine.

Kneel before me naked, my love.

Kneel!

Smell, my vagina sends you its smell.

Look at me, kiss me, touch me, taste the flavours from my hand,

and then slowly come in to find yourself in me,

Come in and drink from the source, we will have joy.

Yes, enter with me into me, open the door, here dwells my soul,

Here he joins you.

Don't be afraid, I'm with you.

No, you won't find it, God, in my vagina.

No one has ever entered it with love

No one has ever met me or found me.

Deserted was my garden, I was elsewhere, now I am with you.

I answer a prayer of love.

I'm in you,

Seek me in every love and my presence will become flesh.

Invoke your love to mine,

I will welcome your song that will become prayer

I answer the call like a lark,

I'll be yours every night.

Yes, it is the truth of love in the communion of two bodies,

I will believe in you and I will never let you die.

He continues to love me more and more.

I already love you like this.

15/05/2003

love, I miss you

Love I miss you.

I knew what violence befell my being.

The flesh trembles, the heart trembles, the space vibrates around me

and, when in silence I accuse your call,

a sweet harmony caresses me.

Yet you are far away.

A thousand times in a day the eyelids close

and every time you are my thought, my desire

At every dusk I hear my voice in my soul calling you.

Another day has passed without you,

getting older.

I miss you, my great love, I miss you.

I will close my eyelids forever, one day

And you will be my last thought, my last wish.

16/05/2003

I don't act

Hello mute snake, my love. I didn't want to disturb you tonight, but it's stronger than the ban to want to talk to us about us.

They say of you that you are only money, sex and sin disguised as love, that you are the eternal mystic of the flesh in love.

What do you feed Don Giovanni, Casanova, Venus, Messalina, Circe ... of illusory and infinite desires.

They say about you that you prostitute them, that your thirst for sex is not extinguished, that you lead to damnation by playing with God.

But tell me... What do you have to do with my substance, lost satyr? What do you have to do with my love?

You wander around in my nights, ghost of the stage. Yet I have seen you, you have seen me, you have kidnapped me.

Wrapped in your arms, hidden by your cloak, you took me into your story, you incarnated in me.

No, you are not, my love, that serpent. I know, you are a non-violent man who respects me, the man I love.

Yes, we talked to each other, yes I had you in my arms and you are in my life.

This evening, still awake, alone in my bed, I dream of you and call you. I miss your kisses kissing my kisses.

I ask you ... Accept my love of you, drown my senses in you, my love, and then stop life. Stop it there, where dreams are born.

I want to be eternally yours.

I love you, I love you as a woman, tell me why it is to dirty the soul to love you, because God is jealous if I love you and condemns me,

because they call me adulteress, because people die ... because. I am an actress, true, but on the stage of life only for you I do not act, only with you I become a woman...

You took off my mask, you took off every veil, I am naked in your eyes.

I love you. At every awakening you are there ... Do you exist or, crazy me, I guess? I miss you, my love.

Nourished and satiated with kisses and caresses only yesterday ... now the indelible memory has remained ... Or was it just a dream?

Come back to me ... I will rise with you in the Garden of Eden. Trembling, naked with love, I'm waiting for you. Sorry if I want you to give me to you. Listen to my singing.

@ 30/10/2002

You are not here with me.

Acres of love thrown into a ditch without understanding why,

yet desires intersect,

harmonic songs raise praises to heaven,

What a waste.

Where a thought arises, a memory lives

Where a memory dies, nothingness appears.

Salty excrement, precarious oases of light, now boil in my being a woman.

Small fragments now shudder at my state.

Emotional loneliness hidden in meat offal

You emerge victorious after each of my defeats.

I will find my way again one day, and then I will be the winner.

I will raise the sceptre to heaven, I will have won against my worst enemy

my distorted self.

I'm going to catch that demon, I'm going to make dog meatballs out of it.

I will reduce to a pulp that weak woman who lives in me.

I would like the strength to defeat me

I would like to be cruel so that I never suffer again.

DESIRE

What's your door tonight? Give me the key, I want you.

Now in the dream I am together with you ... it's nice to travel through time...

The two of us separated are now even more united.

To have you back by my side, I am there and I will be there forever.

Desire trembles in me tonight.

I'm waiting for you.

Tell me more about yourself without limits and boundaries.

Give this woman quiet, take me,

accompany me to enter you to join you.

Capture this moment for eternity

For my desire to grow in thee is but at the beginning,

Treasure it and give me back in person my moment of you.

18/05/2003

Set me free

We will meet again, at sunset, to talk a little about us,

I know you'll be waiting for me,

For my desire to grow in you is only at the beginning.

Tell me more about yourself, mysterious is your soul,

that I, although hesitant, would like to know.

To my ardor grant stillness and knowledge quenches thirst.

What about you... You accept me as I am, left trusting in your hands.

Kiss me as only you can, free me from uncertainties, from doubts.

Let me come back to you, inside me to embrace you again.

The soul will thank you.

19/05/2003

Don't turn around like Orpheus

I wish I had you here now in my wedding bed, under the sheets, in my arms,

but I will not call you, you will not hear my voice tonight,

you will not turn to look at me like Orpheus, even if naked for you for love I wait for you.

That is why it is written that I will not speak.

I don't want to be buried alive again

there

there is no sun there is no air

there

All is silent.

I want to live with you breathing your love.

Now sleep.

In this dream enter me, mine is your space

I live through your breath,

Don't want me if I love you so much

I had clipped wings and you gave me a couple of new ones.

Today together to love each other. You tell me that no one is the same as me ... What sets me apart? Swear to me you'll never love like this again. SWEAR IT TO ME.

I am your creation or creature or rather I am yours alone. If you didn't create me, where I came from, where I was and why I was born with you today,

Because, opening my eyes for the first time, I saw you the first and only true love.

No, I was not afraid because you held out your hand to me, you supported me, you did not let me fall.

I was slaughtered by dint of falling and after so much pain you arrived, you with your smile to give me back my life.

22/05/2003

I walk beside you and, when night falls into the abyss of this life,

I pick a flower to forget the icy darkness

in the solitude of those emptiness

without you

I walk on the arid hell between mystical thoughts

I find the meeting of you.

Give me your hand, I want to see with you if among the dead there are

because when I look for myself ... in this life

There is already nothing left of me.

We in the eternal not to die twice.

07/06/2003

It's ten o'clock, love me!

Yesterday, at this hour, you were naked in my arms ... How far away it was yesterday! Day now is day, night, night. You are not here in my arms.

I quicken your image in my mind. I look at you, the memory stirs the desire.

You know, I contemplated caressing your face illuminated by the light of the eyes, in the night that saw us together to capture it.

Now I let the wind push me where it wants, even against the rocks. The mind, mine, yours, are fought, agitated by strong conflicts.

Loves each other serious and is it madness to continue? To love ourselves deeply in freedom by following the laws of desire and knowledge and to react to the absurd law of duties?

What is sacrilege? What is sin? This confusion is not a confusion of love: the heart and mind are clear about what they want.

They are, instead, confusion of mentalities and duties that are opposed to the vital needs of the heart.

Duty tyrant! Read hypocrite! Allow, in due form, the same violation of the rules that this love wants!

And you love me my love, if you need to love! And you love me, if you want to love! Love me by choosing freely without any constraint. Rebel.

Because he wants everything, because if it is love, he will be forgiven. Love me! Do not be afraid to degrade yourself, our passion, our love for each other, ennobles.

But I don't want anything necessarily, I don't set any conditions. You have nothing to fear. If you want tranquillity, you will have it ... You can close your door or open it again whenever you want.

If you want, when you want, I will go away, leaving you to your quiet. You just have to say it.

Oh my love, come and see me, I want to undress you, as it once was, as yesterday. I would like to take you in my arms, carry you in my life.

I am yours by right, because what you have called to life belongs to you. And it is also a gift. You know it well!

As I knew from the beginning, I have no power over you and if you love me, it is only by your choice and by your gift.

I can't believe it, I can't understand it, but in this situation I'm happy to love you and to be loved.

This I tell you, this I want you to know: that you are always with me and I accompany you in the hours. How did you catch me like that?

The words spoken still resound, the desires not dared ... How much of you I haven't found yet? I feel like I'm holding you in my arms, talking to you and listening to me. You speak to me and I listen to you.

What will they say about us? Of us, tomorrow, only they will be able to say: "they loved each other".

These are the thoughts that crowd into the mind, silly meteors. It's ten o'clock in the morning, after nine o'clock we were together. Love me!

@Diana 18/09/2002

The fusion of two substances

cold, hot ... liquid, solid.

We a mystical interweaving, meeting of two opposites,

we fusion of two verbs of love into one LOVE

who becomes flesh.

Here logic has nothing to feed on,

We are.

And where is the formula?

I keep it jealously hidden.

You are not for sale.

10/06/2003

motherhood.

Careful to call me, today ... I am not alone. Also tomorrow morning, my daughter will be in the house. You could call me by phone next week in the morning.

Decide with me on the day of the meeting. I want to make love with you, I want a child of our own. No, I'm not pregnant with you and I wouldn't have an abortion if I were.

You know I don't take birth control pills, I didn't need it.

Today, crazy with love, I ask you ... do not hold on to your seed when you are naked again on me, do not exercise TAO, do not practice coitus interruptus to prolong pleasure.

I want a child from you. I know what I'm asking you, I'm not afraid. And don't be afraid too. I don't want him to tear you away from her and chain you to me.

As you can see I will not have it secretly, I am asking you openly. Maybe it's not just being flesh that is my darkest side, maybe it's bringing the life you give me.

I swear, even if I face a thousand difficulties, I want our child and you will give it to me? Do it for me, for us, for a great, immense love.

Believe me, I ask you with an open heart and on your part without any commitment, without interference: you and all of you will be free from me, never fear anything ... In any case, never fear me.

I know how to stand aside is for me a rule of life. I learned a long time ago. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

I read your latest poems, they are full of sex. Feeling that I am the one to whom you are addressing, I feel even more like the lover.

They are very beautiful ... the problem is mine ... I miss your kisses, your eyes and I can't do anything about it.
I am your lover and you decide when and if ... I am silent and waiting for you ... I don't want to be a lover, your lover. You are love, my love.
Come and pick me up here I'm so afraid.

Thank you love to exist ... I love you so much that maybe you can't even imagine. You are the light of this gray life of mine.
Every time I look up you are there, ready to tell me: "love, I am here ... love me, I am yours"...

The stolen days, the days I live with you, you make them sweeter, better, almost childish. Had it not been for this, it would have been worth living.

Now I am waiting to meet again, when you say yes, in that corner of paradise, ours, where no God, no priest, no law has yet entered.

@ad

weak superman

I didn't need anyone

Lonely God.

Sitting on the high peaks of extreme knowledge I had no weaknesses,

I didn't care.

Now, imbued with so much love, my existence is a sea of vomit.

God made me the whore of his kingdom.

Today, unable to live in space, I crawl on the ground spitting poisonous desires.

For you I refer wisdom to god, to hell with balance, goodbye to all prejudice.

@a 05/05/2002

Yes, you didn't need me then and you don't need me now, but what a difference it makes. Although nothingness may also have a way, I, I in my nothingness as a being have no value.

So why would anyone need someone like me, after all I'm just the pleasure of a moment.

It's true, intense moments, but only pleasure, only flesh, only sex and nothing more. How, tell me, how can you need such a woman. Beautiful offense not only to me, but to all women.

MALE CHAUVINIST

Back to the Abyss Now

you wanted to see life

Before you are born

And then you found out too late what it was

Now go back to that old man and tell him who you are

Tell him about us

Tell

What you've been feeding on so far

maybe he knows

maybe he'll tell you it's not the right way

Let her go

you already have your woman

but remember that I love you so much

Don't hurt me, I'm afraid of evil

incarnate in a cross

both stateless

We ask for two different things

Love

but one to the east and the other to the west.

12/06/2003

If God also wanted to absorb our nothingness, why did he leave its imprint? If each of us is God, why is there hatred? If the cross is luminous, why is it a symbol of suffering?

If you really love me so much, why aren't you here, now, in my arms, wiping away this tear? Why does so much loneliness cause this sadness?

You wrote I love you, don't forget it, what if I forget?

You are not there to renew these words, I am alone with my love for you. Suffering from this, I would like you to steal a smile from me, now, so as not to have to suffer moment by moment.

maybe everything is nothing

I will return to the ashes without you,

maybe you're just my wish,

maybe you don't exist.

How much love I give to a fantasy.

I'm afraid I've had a mirage,

My hands are empty

nothing

always that nothingness

that immense nothingness

Everyone's opponent

invisible but timely

causes pain

solidifies thoughts

camouflages itself in souls

and petrifies the wills

Someone cheated for nothing

and someone died

for nothing

maybe everything is nothing

perhaps it is God's secret.

Waiting for a silent silence

hoping to increase wisdom

or painful because of a distorted note.

Oh... if innocence had not taken over

if everything had a different path

of this chaste dress that I wear I would have warmth

I would hear a song of love

poem written just for me

on the day of resurrection.

Oh... if only the mills went against the wind

there would be a return

the return to life for the life of us.

12/06/2003

Empty fire

Emptiness being as a creature

emptiness all that is is not God

nevertheless

God if he is love

He would have a duty to be among us.

You, Adam, created to originate other lives

you who rebel against the voice of judgments

He returns naked, he returns saturated with wisdom

Come back

you

who sometimes as a necrophile of monsters

Break the spear

Break the sceptre

and come to me.

14/06/2003

nocturnal thoughts

Where is my love mess a little sweet and a little salty? Do you know I'm dreaming of you? Hands in hands, in infinite sweetness, we walk in the hope of eternal knowledge.

Will I be a face illuminated in the night and immediately disappeared in the darkness? It won't be because of me.

You continue to caress me with your voice in the silence of the night. Let your soul detach from your body and messenger reach my heart.

Make your body reach me too. I will be careful to welcome him, careful not to hurt him.

Enraptured, for my dilated pupils I seek the meaning of your flesh, the beauty of attraction. With you I embrace territories with boundless horizons ... Where are you taking me?

The universes have expanded, endless hypotheses, rapid incorporations of images, thoughts and realities seek a compromise not to lose you.

The imaginary represents before my eyes all the possible hypotheses for the survival of this meeting.

It proposes on the factual level, sifted by logic and morality, an infinite series of hypotheses. All useless, all are zeroed.

It is useless to look for the codes that make our desire to be together unified for the eternal. It depends, in this space-time, only on us. Thwarted. Forbidden.

In fact, reality is there, with its rules, its punishments, remains of a past of collaborationism and holy inquisition, to prevent it under the complacent eye of big brother.

My every sense is alert in waiting. The sense of smell smells the air seeking your passage to explode at your appearance.

Hearing isolates each voice, gathering in silence to perceive the slightest trace of the voice and to explode in symphony with you, at the meeting.

Sex gets excited in front of you. Obscene! But everything is obscene, obscene to recreate life, obscene to recreate an Eden, obscene to procreate, to desire what is considered imperfect.

How can my woman's body be considered beauty, as seductive as the imperfect forms of a body? Going through life with sex on your head, stupid accusation.

Life is not the tunnel of a vagina lined or depilated with pubic hair in which to get lost to rejoice.

Will I return to a mythical past in search of spontaneity, where I can live in ecstasy without pretence, without veils, without petrified encodings and stereotypes that will lead me back to petrifaction? Or will I become stone? What is the order of the codes of conduct? To seek only abstract perfection?

Meanwhile, the charge that drives life is lost. The uncertain, the indefinite, the almost, the possible become, before God and the laws, sin, uselessness of living.

Here, on the other hand, everything is producible and reproducible, here everything is recyclable goods, consumption, entertainment, here the virgin's breasts have no boundaries, the curves are marked and redone, production rages on the pubis, the woman offers herself naked to asexual spectators who penetrate her at every hour ... Sex in pieces for impossible love.

The truth that seduces is naked. The truth is dead.

I happily possess a body capable of despairing and rebirth, of getting lost and finding itself, object and subject of dark passions, not shattered, not for sale,

who does not participate in any show, who refuses to be torn to pieces, to be soul, ass, penis, legs ... I don't need to be upset by psychiatrists and surgeons,

I don't need to be sold. I am this body, it is not the other from me. You, you are the other from me. And we love each other.

Being oneself does not mean at all destroying one's body, its possibilities, its properties and its sensations in order to find a soul, which alone is immortal.

I will not commit suicide this living body, I will not line it up on the autopsy tables. I will not offer it to the ideal of a higher order by alienating my life.

The game is discovered, losing. Time disintegrates. Creation is imperfect, everything is torn, absurd.

Salvation is absurd, a disavowal of creation. I will accept insolently murder whose culprit is life itself.

Disenchanted in front of this universe I am unable to read the fable and immoral is the bet.

Life is not a game. All to ask you to stay in my life until I live ... It's up to you and me.

@ d 19/09/2002

Honey, my hands are looking for yours, lost between my thighs

and in the dim light of this room a shiver goes up on the skin

I would love you now, but time is our enemy

and perhaps our day will depart again,

In the meantime, I love you to death.

And between the ringing of a phone

a strong melody

in the thought of you my love

Now everything is in control

but my immediate exit.

Many can be younger and more beautiful than you

Yes, also available, but you are unique

I will follow your steps I feel them.

You say that beyond the night there is life.

19/05/2003

I trust you

A love born of love.

We are two lives, two loves,

who came together for love in a single story

in the violence of an ordinary night

in the blue of the water I mirror

sways the water

your reflection appears in the background

you more than a shadow.

Shadows die, reflections do not.

22/05/2003

You have entered the eternal story of my life,

I let you in for love.

You have been with me in my body, in my soul,

I have revealed to you the most hidden and dark corners of my being a woman.

And you told me, "You're beautiful."

Yes, I am beautiful, I am worthy of love and of being loved,

and again I desire to unite with you also for the body.

So you played your heart with me.

How, how can you leave me now?

How can you smile now at other women?

Evil wants you, but, if you listen silently,

Within me with me you can find what you are looking for.

You weren't next to me the next morning.

Not even a tear you kept

You castrated love

nevertheless...

Your light breath has a subtle note

and yet that rose has stung you

And in that drop of blood there was the smell of life.

Come back to me, to breathe, to play, to smile.

24/06/2003

In the ashes of this fire

Here I love you.

Among the leftovers of this ephemeral life

Here I love you.

In the memories of moments lived

Here I love you.

Where our souls embraced without fear

that parallel intersects

Here I love you.

I love you with the tremendous terror of abandonment

But, I love you with all my might.

And, even if my path does not speak of you,

I won't let our hands not touch each other

At least for a moment.

I love you in the usefulness of daily resurgence

together with the memory of us

in the moment lived in an instant

I love you

reaching every impossible peak

in contrasting moments of time and non-space.

Let me into your house today, let me sleep by your side.

Let me listen to your sweet, subtle breath while pretending to sleep

I will caress your dreams.

Don't let me die, I'm not ready, it's not time yet.

26/06/2003

together again

I will never go down the stairs of darkness alone, no more. I missed you three days and already, the dark clouds of separation crossed my mind.

Forgive me these bad thoughts. Forgive me the selfish fear of having lost you. You know, I read my days without you inside me... I was afraid.

Today, again in your arms, I know, I am alive in you, you love me. Away with the frost of separation and let love is life. I love you and I love you more than yesterday.

Love me, love me with me, warmed by the love we wanted to give ourselves.

For you, knowing your soul, I have dropped the last veil. You have seen, beyond my naked body, my soul.

From that night on, each of our meetings was like returning to Eden. Today the garden has flourished again, today every moment of life speaks to me about you, about us.

You are life, you are my song of love songs, you are ... you are love. I will never close my door to you.

a great love

I read your poems "logic of love". HATEFUL, THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME AND I AM JEALOUS, DELETE THEM!

IT MAKES ME FEEL BAD AND THE FRESH THOUGHTS OF YOU DIE.
I DON'T WANT TO READ THAT YOU LOVE HER. I DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT A WOMAN YOU LOVE, LOVING YOU, ME, SO MUCH, AND BELIEVING THAT I AM THE ONLY LOVE.

SHOCKED AT THIS READING, I GO ALONE TO THE CROSS.
NOW IT IS YOU WHO THIRST ME WITH VINEGAR ENJOYING DRINKING THE BLOOD OF MY WOUNDS.
WHY, WHY DO YOU TASTE THE SWEET TASTE OF MY BLOOD WHILE KNOWING WHAT PAIN COMES OUT OF THE WOUNDS YOU CAUSE.

CUTTING MY SOUL? EGOIST...

Tell me the truth, do you love another woman? In what you write, it seems that you love another woman with me. You know, it hurts a little ... Why am I sick of you today?

What a fool, I read your past and now I feel guilty. You will kill my night if you do not answer ... ever!

I want, I desire, I implore you to be able to embrace you again, alive. Am I the wrong person? Don't make me feel bad, answer me! It doesn't matter, I know you're with me.

Love I'm crying ... Every time I am born with you, I die of you. It's terrible how colors fade. Love me as much as you can, love me as you love innocence.

A thousand drops wet my face. In the rain I turn on myself, I scream your name. The flowers look at me, they have understood how much I love you.

But, how, tell me how, you can write like that, if she weren't there? I am not enough for you, my love makes you write to the limit, his crosses it.
Now you understand? It is not jealousy, but, you who know ... She can't have loved you like that, no one will ever love you like that! Remember.
One day you will come to my grave to bring me a wildflower, the most beautiful, you will give me a smile for the love I have left in your soul ...
You will remember, you will understand how much I may have loved you.
I felt a shadow over me reading, what chills ... I will never do it again... those letters ... I will never read your past again.
I too have a past and, if I have been loved, it means that I have given a little of myself. The past is the homeland that we carry with us for any new journey we make.

Without a past we are not.

Now we love each other together. I want with you to give life to a new life for our resurrection.

The love that binds us is the beginning, it does not want to hurt us, it does not want to be violent, it does not want to destroy.

My desire to live, to improve, to be a better mother, to be a woman ... It is nourished by the sun, by the light emanating from you.
Your love is my courage to continue my journey as a woman, as a mother. I want to have faith in you, that your words be made flesh!
I would like to be your mother for a few moments, to have you in my womb and if I had been a child I would have called you AZZURRA ...
The blue of the sky that is reflected in the sea: aquamarine.
The pangs give life, may my pain at the distance be us alive, of us more and more.
Now goodnight, my son wants to go to bed and I'm in his room. I hug you tightly. You’re Diana. We meet ... tomorrow. I love you.

@ d 05/03/2003

I don't stop poetry from you.

May your cry to heaven be loud,

so strong as to break that sharp divine silence that makes you a prisoner.

And meanwhile I love you.

I think that at this moment, while I am within the walls of my castle,

You love her, she who cannot be just a poem.

I will also lose my dignity, but I call you, leave it,

Join me, we will write together the Canticle of Love.

Only then, leave me,

Leave me without turning around or courage will go away.

I offer you freedom on a silver platter

while remaining in communion with you

that from the sweet taste of honey deceives the acid of my pain

Aware that I will lose you, I will sign my condemnation.

I love you waiting for the sentence.

I love you.

Let the water from this spring flow

Come back to her if it's not just poetry

Love is but a fragment of life

And I am just the end.

I terrify my senses by telling them about death,

but you, you must live, my love...

Grit your teeth and say yes

you belong to her.

I'm a whore, your whore. Who are you?

- I wasn't expecting you, but I'm glad it's here. So I can tell you how I live my life with you, what you leave in me, how I spend my days.

- I thought we were going to make love, but I listen to you. What do you want to tell me?

- Love, you have called me to life. You wanted me. Your voice now possesses me. Mine answered you, it owns you. But know that the balance is already almost having reached the finish line.

Why are you with me?

- I was interested in your existence. I wanted you, at least for once. You are a beautiful woman.

- I also wanted you in my life. I wanted to love you and be loved by you, but not just for once. I want more from you.

-Intentional? It is true that everything turns to ashes. It is true that reality calls us. But we're not dead yet.

- I know that we did not die in intercourse sowing words to have what we have now and what tomorrow you will give me and have. As long as you want to continue to love me.

- What do we continue to walk for together, if not just to be earth?

- You saw me. I have no more defences. I am yours, my divine love. In vain I tried to escape. I had to give up. I wanted you to fill your life with me.

You know, you gave my time, my space the courage to live. Now you are in me more than me.

With the affection of my kisses, my breasts, I welcomed you into my closed vagina or open in its prison, I gave birth to you.

What was a dream of mine in the happiness of a love that came true has become reality. We gave ourselves. Everything changed in an instant.

Two lives, mine, yours, have a life that is no longer what it was before.

While again, this night, made flesh you take me, I light up immensely, losing myself in the fog of the closed nose.

You're on me. You look at me from the tops of an abyss, like God. Who am I with you my love? They are nothing. Cogito, ergo sum. I doubt you exist. You tell me. What are you looking for?

- I was looking for you without finding you. Yet you were in my cogito as the sensual and erotic flesh of a woman who wanted to take me. Hidden woman who wanted to be born.

Now you are here, naked in my arms. You are the flesh of a woman.

- You don't ask me anything anymore. You look at me. They are in your arms. I'm covered and naked. My nipple is in your greedy mouth. Your hand touches me all. Forget or all.

I forget that we are already in each other in happy duality. Your hand runs through my naked body, lying next to yours in unstoppable mutual passion.

You kiss me in my kiss. I am lost in the paradise of love. My mouth full of greed possesses you. You feel my breast, your vagina. I feel your penis.

I live the unspeakable, indescribable ecstasy. You are me. You lead me back to Eden.

I thought I had already heard something in my life before. I don't remember anything about the dead moments of my past life.

Lying in bed, now I don't think about anything. My mind wanders freely. I feel happy to wander with you in my garden.

I am a virgin prostitute dressed in flesh and dance or sensual to you with my woman's body. For you I have made my body a great gift to yours: I have brought you your future.

- Again you have me on your lips, you kiss me with fiery kisses as I fall into your body with my body.

- Our souls in ecstasy to the rhythm of our worldly lives knotted with the divine seal of sex.

The moon is watching us from the window. We lose ourselves in an unexpected, sudden encounter. I'm all for you.

Your hand caresses my breasts, mine your penis. Hold me tight in your body, hug me with you, we can get lost in the sky. You're everything to me.

You penetrate me. I speak to you about my being. I wrap you up with my charm of a lost woman. Tell me you love me. I love you, you know it, I know it.

In your mind you have me and in my mind you can see that I have you.

I'm wide awake. Why do we love each other? I offer you the bread of that grain that comes under my wet skirt of a fruitful and young mother.

I offer you the wine of my grapes. I give you the passion of my breasts and the water of my rivers. Allow me to take you in your desires. Hug me. I feel cold. Think.

- What do you think?

- I thought of love, of what grows in these nights between us and that welcomes us at dawn. I don't want you to die or go into an unknown hole.

You're here in my arms, right. But where are you? Don't you feel emptiness? I want to share with you the word that makes us be God. The verb not to be missed in nothingness.

We live when together we possess each other while continuing to live in the distance.

See you at the dawn of the eternal horizon. I'll hear you perch on top of me. I was the one who gave you life. Don't laugh at me. Do not think that I have gained existence because my life is yours.

When my bones turn to ashes, my soul will remain in you. And will we get there?

- We'll get to that soon. Already the ecclesiastical stones cover the soul that rests allowing our body to love.

You now exist only in the failure of the search for the hidden other, as my paranoid ideal.

No, don't call me, my love, when I'm gone. Don’t look for me, my loves, no, don't do it.

- It's dawn. I have to go. You tell me. No, don't leave me alone.

- Let me go in peace. I leave you a beautiful memory, a thought without me having to die first. This world belongs to those who love becoming. Not to those who desire the eternal.

- Don't leave, please.

- Who are you questioning the distressing question? Who are you to deny the reason for this life that curls up and sleeps under your skirt? Are you unconscious, blind? Who are you?

- I am Diana, a woman. You are a man, you are my whole life, presence in my days. Love is you, mother's seed is me.

- Love is you, woman, my life, the life of life. But tomorrow we will be a pile of garbage. How beautiful the view, how sad the message of love.

In the eternity of worship and celebrations I will come to see you, my bride of these nights. I want to kiss love and make it sing with ecstasy.

I want to get drunk on your soul with the passion of the first time.

- You have travelled to go and to come. I expected you to stay with me. I knew that the emptiness and quiet of my home was as temporary as your flight.

- Don't wake up my altered subconscious with your nerve-wracking nightmares that disturb the peace of forgetting my dreams my nights. Do not take away from the soul rest.

I love you in a moment. You continue, if you will, to love me in your desire. Maybe one day you will still have me as flesh.

- I will die of love.

-No. He will consume love, his passion. I will not take the memories with me.

- You can’t admit with such sadness. How can you live without me?

- I see you, you are reflected in a tender look. In your eyes you keep the blue of the day and the full moon. I got you. You, you are the mother, you are the deep night that covers me with your immense beauty.

Your blood is as pure as your innocence in the malice of salvation. The tragedy of this life is that we are matter. Worms will devour us.

The God of men, universal presence, is the mysterious owner of happiness.

Innate creation, dream and reality, paradise of ideal love, search and absolute encounter, the embrace of the unknown father. Curse. Perpetual sentence to man. Unjust guillotine.

Challenge and shame. It's us. Can you save me from all this?

- I love you in the heart of the world and in the green of my gaze. I love you like just two who truly love each other. Call me to the land of my bones.

Speak to me the language of my blood. I Diana in love with the reunion am the cradle, mine and your mother of origin, mine and your return.

- Where do you want to lead me happily, with your body generously open to me? How much immensity is in your life! You have forgotten the others, you have left them out.

They don't know what's going on between us.

- Love, says you love me. Burn words. Don't go away. Stay with me.

- Virgin prostitute, heavenly bliss made flesh, can you hide me? Do you have a place in your innate serenity? An abundant place for my solitude?

I dialogue, for you, with the universe, with myself.

I sail through the waves with you absorbed by my hands, with your hands, with the bodies of desire, in adoration, discovering the endless departure and return.

The land is forgotten and at war. The memory is conceived. And at night he sleeps above everything, keeping his words. Do you still know what we explore and why we are?

- I know I no longer belong to myself. I live with different eyes, eyes that can see you without words. You still have so to be.

- I feel your emptiness like a dense darkness. Will he swallow me up in his horror and celebrate? I don't know if God is his accomplice.

I will hide in fear until I lose it behind your eyes waiting for it. What will you do?

- I will fall asleep without your kiss, sideways in your grave, curled up all in my sense of guilt, on the verge of sadness, hoping not to fall, like reality, to the ground.

- Living is eternal truth, empty and perfect, in its becoming history. Together and inseparably independent, my love.

- I understand your gesture and even your word, but I don't know what you're saying.

- This space is empty. It exists only for that purpose. I haven't defined myself yet. I don't know how much I'm worth. Perhaps I have the wrong illusion. Many times I wanted to talk to you and I did not do it insensibly.

- I took your bitter silence and gave you to take my solitude.

And you know it, universal soul like the universal sea and the full moon in which, lying down, you made love with me under the naked caresses. Yesterday you held my tear on your chest.

He did not reach the earth, fallen into your lips.

- Now you are awake with your night, dark crystal, elegant, transparent. You're ready for life. I see myself in your deep and gentle silence without feeling dead.

You didn't kill me today, but I know I'm dead. Today you didn't, you didn't close the door. I understood myself with the night. I let myself go. I am the whole soul.

Loneliness is full of depth.

- I will learn, once and for all, to choose without bitterness, between the words you say to my eyes and what you speak behind my back. You will be made of angel stone of my illusions.

- I take your words like a glass of fresh water. I thirst for your halo of unattainable beauty. But I don't speak behind your back.

- Do not disappear leaving my hands in the air and my hope empty. You are not just a name, just a slightly imagined desire. Or do I dream of dreaming of something?

I ask, but I don't know if I can ask you, or if you have an ear to return, or if you have steps just to go away. Love me! Do not remain still alive of the memory that is never silent.

You wrote in my soul. It's your name look at it. You exist to be a sound in my world of hours and spaces, but you always pretend to have disappeared.

- I'd rather have no memories.

- In my garden you sprout like an ethereal nail. You crucify me. Is it my turn to die? Do you know how much death I have left? Have you done any place in your sky for me?

I am not the years I feel; I don't even feel the years I have. I don't want to be your victim. Only your love.

You tell me that you would like to be God. Yes, to be God. To be God could create things, to be eternal. I now live love attacks in the midday sun. You're dead.

- Who died? Do I know him?

- You, fleeing from my embrace, are dead.

- If I had not known you, I would not have died, nor born. But the soul keeps flying behind your mirror looking for you. Open your door for me, I'm not looking for a goodbye, not now.

Woman, made up and perfumed for me, touched beautiful and prefigures the earth. I'm not dead, you're not dead. I'm here with you.

- I'm glad you're here.

- I am here to penetrate your virginal oasis thirsty for wild moisture, to immerse myself in the clear smile of your seduction and creation.

I feel your sky; I feel that you love me, that you want to give me life. I see your call and drown my desire in the blue sea of your desire. Direct my compass, satiate my quest to live.

I feel the total flight towards you in a nuptial rapture that dispels nothingness, and fills it with fires still illusory, fruitful hopes.

The other is you, my irreverent mirror, my negation, incomplete rebellion, you who made me God. You are boisterous menstrual blood, difficult hormonal craving, similar and different.

You are the self to whom they say that you are more like me, you, the other, the mystery of your genes, a gaze that walks, in a naïve ocean of possibilities, immortal rupture of psychic hours.

Sharing without makeup the roads of our solitude.

In the cry and silence of ecstasy, sigh, surrender, the I and the "you" between your thighs, is the beginning of new rhythms and naked words are the masters of that night. They create the story.

They conceive, words and bodies, in a dawn that seems endless.

Our bodies light up, rub, desire, explore, stretch... touching, hugging, talking, kissing, eating, swimming, weaving.

They penetrate, shout at each other, cry, dance, fly, unite, are full. They have, they love each other, they hug, they cover each other, they hold each other, they are satiated, they admire each other, they are.

- Will you leave again?

- Death is deaf, it comes when you least expect it. Now my soul lies in your bed. You will close the door behind my last shadow one day. I wouldn't want to die or see you dead.

I would not bury your smile, my free night, with no return. I wish I was forever and avoid having been.

- I wouldn't want a lost eternity or an eternal tear either. What are memories?

- You wanted to return to the lost Eden. I took you there. Orgasm transformed him from a barren paradise to Earth.

From this banished placenta arise the impetuous genetic premises, antagonistic to orchestrated alienations. What have you done with your body?

- I tortured him, raped him or, drowned him under the harsh weight of his ballast, before. Then I looked for your love.

- Where is your other? Who is your other.

-I don't know. For se you. I'm not a psychiatrist. Not even a theologian. I am a simple woman. My blood screams your name from his garden.

-Damnation. You are. I am. This is shouted by an incorrupt God and a justice that does not allow it to be deceived. The curse devours us eternally.

The creator of disappeared, hidden executioner, tyrant who eats blood, dreams of blood, collects blood. It will kill us.

-Never mind. I have a dream. Your dream.

- You are the desired brunette woman in the night. Countless have been, will be, your suitors. But you wanted me, passionate, in a paradise, where the forbidden is not written.

In the night the fleeting innocence in the union lasted a moment. The naked witness penetrated your dark, fiery words, to the bottom of what is superficially penetrable.

The night of the conquest of your soft body that hid the secrets of the seeds of good and evil. Heaven and hell. Black hair in love you are.

- I asked my body to forget you. But you did not write with fire within my soul. "I forbid my body to live in you."

Now our names deceased to eternal life, are added in the strange marble of immortality that groans the tomb covered by God.

Open the stone that covers you, look, look. I light up my caresses, my looks, my kisses. Put my body in yours. Are you thinking about it?

- When I smoke on my skin flying in the breath of your lover's mouth.

- Yesterday, one night, you were between my breasts, yesterday we made love. We did so again this morning. We will do it, if you want, even tonight. Do you still call me love today?

-I feel it. I cannot speak, to be a verb, to love without holding hands, to cling to your mouth, to embrace the soul in union, entering from the only point that unites life to death. Would you mind undressing me, letting yourself be undressed, without making me feel your, my limits?

- It's noon. My door is open. Kiss me until dawn. I want to enjoy without limits the pleasure of feeling all yours and being inside you word after word,

with the complicit obsession of each of my senses.

I want to fall and stay in your body, mixing your tongue, legs, thighs, with the sweetness of a complete tremor.

- Yes, my love, let me penetrate your woman's body. I did not come to pray. Reveal to me the unspeakable. I don't know how much I'm worth to Him.

Let me absorb your mouth, biting honey with sighs of thirst and flames between your breasts. I want to fall and emerge with you with new bodies resurrected from the night.

I want to slide along your body with tenderness, caress, hands, eyes, naked.

The mouth and the common verbs such as loving, how to sink into you, fill your womb, make them immense, almost indefinable.

The pleasure of syllables and words such as heart, affection, sweetness, growing, giving... They are like life.

Seduce me as you let me conquer the mystery of your womb, as my body grows to fill your vagina, your mouth.

- Your mental labyrinth of smoke moistens and my flight inside you. With your voice you called me, with your sap my lips are nourished.

- I woke up your infinity. And it was fire.

- Let me live, you shouted encouraging my voracious tongue, while licking your lips, between my breasts. You closed your eyes to contain the waterfall of the sweet ritual of loving us.

Let me live, I replied, I rose with you. You gave me nectar of sacred juice in the small chalice of my navel. My buttocks, my vulva, between your fingers.

The rain fluttered, my fingers swam the silk of my tunnel. Let me live, you begged as my mouth devoured my root in your sky.

You entered with your shadow, into my open house.

- Yes sweet love, I climbed the fire of your waves, the storm of your breasts, the ember of your skin, the dawn between your legs. I gave you my soul made pain.

- We got it, we got lost. We found each other. You called me heaven. You shouted my name. Let me live, you screamed, drink my sperm.

- I drank you woman. You drank me man. I saw you and you were heaven. You told me I love you. Live.

- Wake up in my dream. I open to you the sea, the sky, the country in which you reign. There were patches of honey between the sheets where everything is ours.

Creation of a new life between the crossed legs under the sheets of dawn.

- We do not manage eternity, except that of the moment.

- You tell me it's forever today. You have deposited on my altar the roots for other days and nights, the eternity that cradles between the legs the light that begins with our kisses.

I have received within the seed that we pass from death to life.

We are born together in the same time and space. Our seed is water and earth and sea, sun and bowels, deep fullness, where creation sings.

Our bodies celebrate it and in orgasm we give a name to the truth of life.

Time and space are united in us, reality is united in its appearance, our bodies are united in a single fact.

Our lips and eyes are united to hear the same words with all our senses, to unite our lives under one roof, our illusions are united by uniting truth with existence.

We received our first breath, sweet moans, of a reality that exceeds the dream. At dawn you told me, I was silent, when a woman says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

I'll wait for you tomorrow. We still have so much to tell each other.

- Love is not a dream that two dream of. Love is also made of words, not of ideas, with words that bite, but also of bodies that touch, that sing, that copulate, that is presence.

Because to be is to understand what it is, what we are. It hurts deeply, when we are and we are not and that complicated self that exists in, with, for, and that is a river, a god, a love, that feels nothing and struggles to feel everything, or, in any case, to become something.

- That's why I cultivate my dream. Alive is my vagina that with the totality of its being, to sprout, extracts your sperm.

And feel on my tongue your sperm enter my life, thinking to immortalize our life.

- Dawn strips the night and yours gives me life.

- I celebrate my Mass on your altar. I stand naked under you until I pull you out of the fabric of my skin and mind.

I sing in the darkness, I light up by putting my nipples to the wind. I walk around you dancing. I look at you with the inquisition of lust. I explore your body, the outline of your hidden domicile. Still I want to see and touch the glow of sky and water in your dark eyes. I still want to throw myself to swim and enjoy without secrets the color of your soul.

But tell me: is it night or day, are you a dream, or are you true? Whore I force you to make love. Do not accuse yourself in front of the father.

Coming out of you, I asked you: Where am I? Who am I? What am I to do? What day is today? Here and now in promiscuity of the senses, while I live submitted to desire, I find your Name.

Burn your penis in the centre of my self. It attracts me and rebels against me. Enter my open slot to the scream of creation. I'm yours.

- I evoke the hands, the arms, every word of my body, to exist in you, to exist ... All the time... without adjectives.

- You, deity, collect the blood of my twilight. You say you love me, as you get to the bottom of my body enjoying its waste on the steps of time.

In my church, where the divine rains pour on my impenetrable skin, you suck life with the complicity of the sacred.

To you my love that have seduced me, and translated life my love is all allowed.

- You are the apple of the Edenic nightmare I was looking for. Do you own me? And do you give me serpentine death, earth or bird, messenger of an incorrigible resurrection? You look at me hidden. Stay there more than beautiful.

What do you still want?

- Do you brag about a penis, or is it the rebellious erection in my vagina?

- Cruel beauty, in your garden I can taste the bunch of grapes from my vineyard that you guard.

- But who are you? Where is your sweetness among the stars? Where is who? Who's who? Who is it? Who am I? Who is she? What is wisdom?

- They say that we all came out of a dream to land and die.

- The soul does not die. How to touch your soul? You ask me as I step out of your body. With fingers playing with your testicles between my breasts. What a waste! What a waste! My vagina naked!

What a waste of my empty uterus!

- Touch me to penetrate me and I will penetrate you.

- I touch you with my eyes, with my ears, with my hands. You born of me do not want. I know you don't want another child from me.

I feel the aroma of your presence in me, in the us of our good fortune to love each other with and without skin, with and without voice, with and without importance.

- We are all gods. Hold me with the physicality of the caress, massage of your whole body.

- Know my body, I collect, from your warm gardens, the seed. Touch me again.

- Touching you builds me again, I abandon myself in the other identity it creates.

- I'm all naked. Lay me on your body. I open your door for you. Don't stop me. Don't stop. Stay with me.

- I'm in you. No, you are not God. There is no eternity between us.

- Maybe so, but I love you.

- How many women understand the logo that speaks of love. They complain that they cannot know him. But they do nothing but offer only an aging body.

They complain that they are just a body that men take for fun. They clothe him with signed cravings. They hide it to seduce and have them.

Sometimes they look for the poet, but they laugh at his words. They want comfort, the quiet life given by money. You don't. You gave me my soul. That's why I'm with you. We will talk about it again. You know how to listen to me.

28/05/2003

Essence extinguished by dark shadows, cold fusion,

You have broken down two parallels, giving rise to offal of emotions.

Essence, by dying you have frozen a heart

And now...

Now all is silent in the graves.

Silence has become master.

Essence you prayed when you were life,

you plagiarized when you were strength,

You cried when you were emotional.

And now...

Next to the memories you laid a flower

rebel...

memory offer praise,

But time is no longer time, now everything has become wind.

Essence, returns ... It warms my heart.

28/06/2003

sacred and profane

This evening, finally, we were able to meet. Parked my car, having seen that you were already waiting for me, I came to meet you by lifting my skirt.

Underneath I was naked. Yes, I showed myself to you naked like a prostitute, illuminated by the light of street lamps, waiting for a customer.

Troubled and excited, I showed you in public, on the deserted street, my vagina covered with only thick brown hair.

I knew I could do it with you without being judged and rebuked. I knew you'd like it, I knew it would excite you.

Your eyes lit up when you saw me realize my fantasy with you. You ran to meet me. You hugged me, kissed me and played the game.

- Are you alone? You asked.

- It's a strange evening. Tonight no man requested my services. I answered you as you caressed my vagina. What are you doing?

- I touch my goods.

- You do not touch the goods on display. You can watch it, but if you like it, if you want it, you have to pay for it.

- You are really very beautiful. How much would you like?

We walked, shaking hands, down the street. You, my love client, took me to a dark corner, you caught me. We loved each other.

As I recomposed myself, you put your hands to your wallet to pay me.

- How much do I owe you?

-Nothing. You don't owe me anything. Today is a special day, your lucky day, today I offer. I answered you.

-Because?

- I would cost you too much ... But, you don't pay for love.

- Under these conditions I will still come looking for you.

Later, at the bar, we talked about ourselves. You told me that I am a special woman, you told me that you would have liked to live with me a day of sex only.

Then, point-blank, you asked me, "Do you believe in God?" I certainly did not expect such a question at the time. But I answered you sincerely.

- Yes, I believe in God. I go to Mass every Sunday, go to confession and receive communion. Why are you asking me?

-Thought... if you still want to continue to receive communion, to nourish yourself with the flesh and blood of God to become a divine body and have eternal life, you should renounce me, who am only human flesh and blood.

-What do you mean.

- You got married in the Church. Your marriage is indissoluble. You live in sin and I cannot give you eternal life. Isn't that what the priest tells you when you go to confession?

- Yes, he tells me, but I don't understand it. Only belief in Him should be indissoluble. Don't have another God. I believe in Him while loving you.

- Yet you can understand it ... Life itself prepares us for this.

- No, he cannot ask us, he cannot impose on us the same love relationship that we have with him, just because we grow old, because we die.

- Don't you also want eternity in our loving of ourselves?

- I would like it, but I know it is an impossible desire, an illusion. And I also know that I will love you, if you still want to, even when I am a barren old woman, unable to give you and receive sex.

But why are you telling me this now that I am still young? Where do you want to go? Do you want me to part with my husband? Are you already thinking about leaving me?

Letter to the Creator.

Subtle voice yours, the call to you

a devotion

yet I can't listen to you

you, who have descended among us, trying the flesh,

How can you not understand.

Remember?

It was perfume, it was melody, it was flavours,

It was also pain.

Remember?

Here you love and your hearts beat.

You, who have tried the cross, tell me what I must do?

Listen to my silence that becomes prayer,

Listen to my cries.

I no longer distinguish sorrows and joys.

I who am only an atom of nothing

I ask of you divine greatness

Listen and smile at me.

My skin has spoken to you,

of me, of my thoughts, of my desires,

you know how to listen

perceiving from its heat

The essence

in your uniqueness

Accept his words

making them symmetries of substances parallel to your flesh

Meanwhile, my desire becomes substance

materializing in your presence

and it will remain written about us.

29/05/2003

I will come out of my silence having reached the strength

Wait patiently.

In the meantime, let love grow

this is the force of life

Absorb from it all the energy it offers you.

Don't kill dreams, let me sail in you,

but above all let yourself be loved.

Yes, they raped my soul...

I suffered violence that made me mute

entering the abyss of a long silence

until... I have passed a light.

He entered through a crack

I didn't know what it was all about

So I approached

I saw you

You gave off a dazzling brightness.

I was afraid, so I cried and it was that tear that opened the door.

I tasted the mystical taste of communion with you

And again life smiled at me,

But, in the soul remains that silent silence

sometimes distressing that knows how to make the nights gloomy.

Fear advances, pains resurface

Only you can alleviate my hell

you who gave me back my life

Thank you love thank you.

31/05/2003

After loving each other for hours yesterday, I was asking you are you tired? Do you want to give up? And you asked me. How can I be tired of love?

But if you want it, I don't deny you freedom. What kind of love would that be? Be honest I recommend.

Today I didn't eat anything all day. Sometimes love also makes the stomach close.

Love, you know how to take me from heaven to hell in a short time, perhaps timeless, perhaps from one step to another is the right term.

When you speak to me of a non-earthly life I already know it, you have brought me into a world where there is no time, no space, no light, no darkness,

Only joy and pain that together give the absolute. Emigrating to this dimension is far-fetched, it is ... I love you.

Sometimes it's like falling into quicksand, you feel a horrible feeling of helplessness, you would even cling to a snake, then ... the pleasant mirage, love made flesh,

the salvation of my flesh. I feel selfish, but... sicut et ... ora et semper ... Glory to life

@Diana 01/06/2003

Do not risk your existence for me,

you are pure.

Don't upset physics for me,

I'm scared.

Do not petrify time for me,

I'm just a woman.

And when you've crossed infinity in an instant,

for you search through the thin thread that is life

you will find that gift you have,

that sometimes you forget in the drawer of your whys.

Listen to that voice, just for you

Enrich your soul

for you, only for you.

Everything else is dust.

03/06/2003

Yes, you didn't need me then,

You don't even have it now, but what a difference it makes.

Although nothing can also have a way

I, I in my nothingness as a being have no value.

So why would anyone need someone like me

after all, they are just the pleasure of a moment

It’s true, intense moments

But only pleasure, only meat, only sex and nothing more.

Like, tell me how, you can need such a woman.

I'll go back to the ashes

without you

maybe you're just my wish

maybe you don't exist

How much love I give to a fantasy

I'm afraid I had a mirage

My hands are empty

nothing

always that nothingness

that immense nothingness

Everyone's opponent

invisible but timely

causes pain

solidifies thoughts

camouflages itself in souls

and petrifies the wills

Someone cheated for nothing

and someone died

for nothing

maybe everything is nothing

perhaps it is God's secret.

12/06/2003

Weak breathing fatigued by time

shining on the feast day.

Little being, lead my songs to the altar.

He accompanies the notes exulting in the creation of a secret love.

Oh faint breathing

Today he finds the strength and freedom of a light flight.

The sea is waiting for you

and the blue of a vanished sky accompanies you to death

Oh faint breathing

wait for me, don't leave me ... hour... arrival... (By D)

24/06/2003

I'm not in love with you. I love you.

Good morning my love, I hope, yours, it was a fairy night, like mine. Falling asleep with you, of you, made the night magical.

In the morning you were still next to me and you made my day so sunny that, if you weren't there, I would invent you. You put a smile back on my mouth.

Thank you for everything you have given me and still give me.

I drove away from me the fear of abandonment, the din of censorship, the fear of sinning ... To you I would like to give the purity of a love.

You know? I'm not in love with you. I just want you to be well. With me or without me. You decide. Know that I'm not crazy. I know the reality. I see your flaws. See.

But I want, if you want to, to grow in love with you. I want to live the Song of Songs, with you.

It is reasonable for my heart to love each other, and I rationally, despite all obstacles, want it. I know you want it too. I know that you also wish for my good.

You know, not in love anymore, I love you. It excites me that you also want it and love me. I don't know why. Yet your word, which becomes flesh, caresses me. I eat it.

24/06/2003

I love you

with the tremendous terror of abandonment,

but I love you

with all the forces

and if even my path does not speak of you

I won't let our hands not touch each other

At least for a moment.

I love you in the usefulness of the daily resurrection together with the memory of us

in the moment lived in an instant

I love you reaching every impossible peak

in contrasting moments of time and non-space.

Let me into your home today...

Join me in orgasm and then let me sleep by your side

Let me listen to your sweet, subtle breath

pretending to sleep I will caress your dreams

Don't let me die, it's not time yet.

26/06/2003

Gale

The furious waves of this stormy sea slowly subside.

But the tidal wave will return, tomorrow and I must prepare my ark,

It must be resistant, it must not sink, not at the first violent impact with the wave.

I bring with me the desire to live, received as a gift from you

and memories...

They are my strength to row against the current.

I carry with me all the love I have, to feed myself on the coldest days.

I bring with me my most beloved doves.

I will let them fly one day, free, in the blue of their sky.

I wanted to hold you to me, yesterday, when I saw you and tell the world that I love you. It filled me with joy.

@ad 24/02/2002

Knowledge

You know about me some flashes maybe, nothing more.

Not the past, not the future, but the dream, the most beautiful: the eternal dream of a life for two.

So everything disappears from time in the present as I look into your eyes,

telling me that nothing has happened in my life as useless and terrible as to affect my being and dream.

I wish you were mine, beyond all convenience, beyond all useless knowledge, beyond all God.

I love you, from that day I love you.

I know, I'm a mature woman,

I live sin

Every day

I look death in the face.

And, even if both love and pain are useless, in knowing that everything...

I love you.

That's why I want you

to consume the moment of sin of us in love.

You know, sometimes, in poverty, a little happiness is stolen,
then later you know it's everything.

@a 01/07/2003

I am alive and happy with you and precious am the memories of us, but they lead to nothing. You are not mine, I am yours. I know you are mine and you want it.

I know that love demands daily presence in continuous time, always! Or is never.

Sometimes, in the smile, the tear for the lost life is hidden, sometimes, for love, we take our lives ... and we, more than lovers you and me! We!

Embrace me my love, watch me die. This love is greater than me ... How to live without you?

I open the cage of our universe, hurry up, run away, my love, do not linger ... Fly away, don't turn around, never come back, never again, to me, I love you.

Your life is beyond this window opened with pain, for you. Fly away, hurry up ... Be careful... You will always be with me.

I'm telling you about me

I tell you about me, listen to me carefully.

I live hidden in a kernel and wait every night for darkness to find myself,

find myself with you.

I press when my senses join you

and I live for that vital energy origin of desire.

So all my thoughts are with you,

gently they cradle me as if I were immersed in the sea.

Yet I am powerless,

my hands tied,

for love

I tell you about me every time you breathe,

I tell you about me as time go by

I speak to you ... Listen to me.

07/07/2003

Waiting

Transparent beauty that emanates and sweet emotions are your words. I knew how special this moment is. I can give you an emotion, I can receive greater ones from you

Every day. Tomorrow, when the wheat fields are ripe, we will smile exulting with joy ... Never is a love so sweet and true ... Of rare beauty is this pearl ... you...

I can't refuse my body to be yours. I consent to this work of art, the desire for communion is consenting.

Certain that I will never be able to satiate myself with you I dedicate my moment to me ... waiting.

@d 06/07/2003

now I know

I close my eyes trying to understand if beyond the threshold there is life,

That promised life.

But there are no words in the answers,

Only love, an immense love

that elevates every impossible and brings stillness

A love that goes beyond love.

I thought I knew this word,

Today I recreate myself,

Yes, I think again in front of your love for me.

Now I know,

There is a greater love

what you talk so much about.

God wait for me ... I love you...

and I love you too.

07/07/2003

melancholy

I love you, I want you, I want to hold you tight in my arms, to hear you talk, to feel you happy ... I would like to be for you that something that makes you serene ...

I still live the hugs, the kisses stolen from the night ... I wish it were already tomorrow to tell you with the embrace of a kiss.

I still have your word, your scent, your taste, the desire on me, inside me. You don't know how much of you are left in my thoughts.

In that embrace, in the words we said to each other, in the kisses, in the desire kept at bay ... Love was visible, real, palpable... it was little ... wished ...

It was enough to be there ... Hold me tight, as much as you can.

For me it is like a dream, like being immersed in the universe, being part of it without any particle of it can object anything to our being together...

What power our loving has if it can give so much with so little.

It's cold, now, the room, a veil of sadness envelops me ... I do not want to communicate to you my sadness which is also yours ... know that I am with you even when you do not see me,

even when you can't touch me... as you are to me ... The knowledge that I can love you makes me happy.

Sorry for the insolence of words, but I miss you ... feel my heart ... beats about you and the feeling is melancholy...

It takes me when I really want to have you close and I just have to think about you.

Is it beautiful? sweet? sublime? (What word is there to say it?) to be able to love you the way you let yourself be loved. You are a very special man.

I would like to be in this moment in your arms to cradle you and let myself be lulled, I would like to be among your kisses. I would like to be the caress of desire on the skin.

I would like to be tonight and tomorrow and after to love you. I would like to make all this to you.

I should think of something else, but you are in front of my eyes, you are in my thoughts every time I breathe.

I would like to tell you that I will never destroy this tender love of us. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I don't even want you to have the desire to leave me.

It would be a sad day, but I wish for your happiness. I will be with you as long as you want.

May my hand, yours, be joined today, always.

Dreaming of walking together through the streets, through the meadows, flying like seagulls and resting like dew on every blade of grass of our bed.

I embrace you, strong, now, enveloping you, while leaving you freedom, I must leave you. Luckily I'll see you tomorrow. Because I miss you.

Inconclusive thoughts run through my mind.

Your presence in my life leads me to rethink the human situation as described by historians, analyzed by philosophers and every other scientist,

codified by laws, derived from religion. The reasons are many, the answers also ... But where is the truth?

What sex is my soul as a woman, your soul as a man? What sex is beauty? Are we body and soul or people? Are we half of a hermaphrodite to be reassembled?

Will it be possible to have children later, in the afterlife? Loves necessarily having to procreate? Why should it be so difficult and forbidden to love?

We forget, my friend, the domination of power, the violence, the philosophical play on words, the asexual god that have dominated and subjugated us in the centuries of past history.

There is no such thing as a struggle between the sexes. We say no to prostitution under the reign of money that still remains protected by law.

You are man, you are free, you are Eros, you are logos, you are body... Like me who am a woman.

Like you, I am free, I am Eros, I am logos, I am body... tell me about your being a man, your sex ... I will tell you about my being a woman, my sex ...

We will also communicate through the body, why we are human, why we are equal even in diversity, why we are mortal, and what will touch us next.

May philosophy, metaphysics, be refunded! May God speak more clearly! May they give us the freedom to love each other!

We have what many are looking for and looking for it in the wrong places in the wrong way.

Even if I'm far away, loving you like this satisfies the rest ... How could I renounce this love that almost no one finds in life?

Do you understand then why there is no thought in me to leave you? Do you understand why I am not afraid of distance?

But I wish I had you really close even right now and I just have to think about you.

I would like to be now in your arms to cradle you and let myself be rocked, I would like to be among your kisses ... I would like to be the caress of desire on the skin...

I would like to be this night and tomorrow and after you’re only woman... and convince yourself that you will not be repudiated by me. That I will not destroy this tender love of us.

You ask me who has the power to separate us... my husband, children, your wife ... all other obstacles that do not depend on our will.

I love you, it's true, but I don't want anything bad to happen to you, I don't want you to destroy your life.

I don't even want you to have the desire to leave me, it's sweet to be loved by you ... It would be a sad day.

I will be with you as long as you want to, but it matters more that you are serene, your life counts more.

The room is cold now. A veil of sadness envelops me ... but you don't be sad ... I'm with you even when you don't see me, even when you can't touch me...

just as you are to me.

I also hope that it never happens that an obstacle gets in the way of our love, but should it happen remember "I LOVE YOU".

you only know ... you alone can

The body claims you, looks for you, wait for you

unarmed

declining with me in non-life the days without you.

Yet the soul no longer fears temporary deprivation

He loves you, he believes in it.

You only know in which sea the secret lagoon is

where naked look at me,

where we can join the sun in the eternal find ourselves.

Already the moon shines,

you alone can accompany me by the hand,

you alone own the key to the house!

08/07/2003

If tomorrow

Solitary my light today...

Hanging by a thread is my courage in its purity.

Yes, I belong to me, but ... I belong to you.

Painful are the choices of obligation.

Where are you now?

Sentinel is the night that surrounds me,

sentinel is death always ready,

Lurking awaits us.

Where are the dancing larks above the streams,

Where are the springs that flow to life?

Oh... If tomorrow awaits me, it will be naked of you.

What violence has struck my being a woman!

Thus...

leaning against a wall I let myself slide

in a vacuum.

@ad 08/07/2003

I'm scared

I don't want a snake to crawl on me.

No, I don't want a snake in my nights, it scares me...

you are not...

I'm afraid of tonight without you love.

Don't love her tonight,

I'm scared...

She is the black of the night...

do not love you please,

do not love her not tonight...

I'm scared...

stay close to me,

hold my hand until I fall asleep...

love... Where are you?

Welcome me into your kingdom, live my woman's body,

Fear not, I have no chains.

Stay close to me, hold my hand until I fall asleep.

Love, where are you?

Anyway I love you to death.

Yours forever.

@ad

Live

Don't hurt me too, I'm tired of living like this

I am a woman, the woman who loves you, I have my own dignity.

I'm not a whore, I don't love for money,

I'm not even looking for unbridled sex...

I would hate you.

I wish I had given all the love I carry inside to those who deserved it,

Now I would be happy.

Don't hurt me too, I'm tired of living like this.

@ad 08/08/2003

I don't want freedom

Sometimes I wonder why you can't find even a minute a day to give me a little call, it makes me suffer.

After the other day we made love, not even a minute you found. You could call me, for example, after you had finished working, what does it cost you?

How do you feel about me if you don't find a moment... Just a moment? Don't make me cry please. Call me... Where are you? Listen to my heart.

You give me freedom, you tell me. FREEDOM. I don't want freedom. With you next to me I would remain tied to chains for eternity. You are part of my eternity.

It is our love that I speak to you about and you live up to it more than you think. If it is doubtful for you, I will take care of strengthening it.

Don't give in to uncertainty, don't do it, now or ever. Do not be afraid my love ... I will not abandon you on the street, from here to eternity, not because of me.

And if one day you don't want me anymore, I'll cut all my hair and give it to you ... You will keep them in memory of a magical love.

Camouflaging ourselves, yesterday, among the leaves of those trees was easy. They embraced us and we let ourselves be lulled in their warmth.

I loved walking with you holding your hand, kissing you under a tree ... a thousand times I dreamed of you ... But it was just a dream, now I've really met you.

Tell me you love me as much as I do! Tell me once, ten, a hundred times ... Even now your kisses come to me, your hugs envelop my soul.

Honey, the very fact that you exist is great.

Ah... Yesterday you asked me if I was offended by something, yes, I am a little. You know that when we meet the next day, if you don't call me I feel humiliated.

I feel like being used and put in a corner, like a rag doll.

And, then, I do not understand this detachment. You are detached as if you do not need me for a few days, then you come back ... I don't know and it happens every time.

So every time I cry and ... Never mind... remember those geese ... Here, I remain crouched waiting for the pain to pass.

Then you come back. I need to know why this. Hug me! I love you.

The challenge

Sitting in time, on the space of waiting,

confined to immobile rooms

between the living and the dead conjoined and disjointed

illuminated by the only feeling that rises and dominates from the abyss, shattering certainties

for the exclusive journey to love us

I look forward to meeting you.

We love each other humanly, it's true,

But this distance of love carved by the divine scalpel

It will be neither separation nor passive acceptance of a dream.

Abandoning the negative instance of birth,

I do not repeat a backward path in the recognition of useless pain.

Join me, my love, I want to be happy,

I have already paid the ransom to life.

Love me!

Loving us is freedom, it is eternal hope (which you also want)

it is infinite certainty (that you also love)...

Because this is true love: a life without law.

Insatiable I invoke your incarnation in the presence

that breaks the ice for a warm caress

and illuminates, indomitable, the dark cradle of space-time.

You are in me.

You take me with you within you to be with you.

We will be together in the life of the exalting being united and divided,

We will be bread and wine on the table for the meeting of the bodies.

Loving each other is sacred madness, the challenge...

It is the eternal leap into the divine space of death to find ourselves alive.

@d 09/07/2003

Desire

Hanging by a thread, spider without canvas on the void, I decipher every single word of yours

I seek the desire of your love for me.

I love you and I can tell you: live.

Go if you have to go, crush me, but be happy,

Your feeling good is also mine.

Without you...

What violence in a woman's life!

I want you, I would like you here, now, without censorship,

to live embraced by kissing each other,

to strip us naked and look at you,

to let you caress my breasts with your mouth

because you want me too.

And I would like you here, now...

to let you slip under the skirt on my skin

touching my sex to provoke in you the burning desire

that is already in me

to hold you by the hips dragging you inside me.

I would like you here, now, in the after, exhausted

abandoned on my belly

to lull you at every breath and tell us about us, that...

Do not hate me for this "shameless" desire you,

This madness of human love is also love.

@ 10/07/2003

immense love

I am back my love, I am in your arms. Away with the frost and let love is life. I love you and I love you more than yesterday.

For all the drops the water that can contain the ocean, for all the molecules of light that the sun can contain, for all that is most beautiful in the universe,

For all this, you exist with me. Love with me, warm yourself with the love you wanted to give me. You know, from that night on, every moment that speaks of you, of us, is beautiful.

Your soul is beautiful. You are, you are, you are ... my life.

He drives away that frost that enveloped me by kissing the kisses of my mouth. Why those bad thoughts? Why did clouds cross my mind?

I love you... Covered by a single veil of skin I run to meet you.

The rain wets me, so I embrace you.

Be caressed by your hands

Wet

Hot

Sensitive

and kissed by your lips

Hot

Humid

sweets... you my dream.

I hope this great love remains written in the time of all times and I hope it is unique for its rare beauty.

Sometimes being so sensitive leads to suffering and being like that involves discomfort you know? It is not easy to find friendships that understand my being.

I can't find people to talk to. You are easy, but the world is different from us.

Staying with you ... Tell me this is heaven and I will not be afraid to die. I love you so much. What is paradise like? It must be feeling what I feel now with you.

I believe that nothing exists more than that.

I would like to be special for you, to be a tiara to be jealously guarded. Now, reluctantly, I leave you to sleep hoping that in sleep there is a place for me too.

I hug you tightly. You’re Diana.

@ 01/07/2003

Loving each other is the only revolt.

No, there is no affinity between divine sacrifice and our sexual act of love.

No, you are not animal flesh to be sacrificed to the phallic God for eternal life,

nor are you God ... I wouldn't love you... I would kill you,

I would be a murderer.

No, there is no darkness when I join you by the body,

(The pleasure of the flesh is real and is not intertwined with any mystery)

but only obscure prohibition,

No, there is no death, but a lucid desire for eternal life with you.

I know I'm not exempt from the law,

I know I don't enjoy the Ius Creator.

I know I can't give you an eternity.

Slave by birth, I rebel against the system,

I do not want to repeat, by law, procreation.

I have chosen you and I choose you, even though used and discarded by God,

to love you.

I look forward to you every day,

conscious with you in the orgasm that unites us.

I reject the legal orgy of feast days between songs and dances

to have you as an animal.

You are not an innocent Dionysian prostitute

placed for enjoyment by the law.

Yes, I want you, but free and conscious, I want you as a living being...

Needless to lie, you're like me, human, I saw you, you know?

And you are beautiful, you are worthy of eternal life.

Loving each other is the only revolt.

@a 11/07/2003

I would like to be a mother again.

It is a joy for me to meet each other, my love.

It increases every day, because of my being in relationship with you, because of my being loved by you, my consciousness, my knowledge, my desire for you.

Matured in orgasm, although fruitless at that moment, I give myself to you every day, totally, with joy. I am grateful to you for that.

I love you so much, you love me so much... I marry you, I told you.

But you who knew that it was still only a dream, a desire, you who knew that I was not yet really ready, replied that getting married is only a fatuous desire for eternity guaranteed by the promise made before God and willed by human law to avoid chaos and form a civil community.

That you too would have wanted it and that together we would decide one day and that you would have stayed the same with me. You told me that you don't want me different, that you love me imperfectly.

You also told me that you do not seek fusion into a single submissive body, bound by being married, for fear of losing ourselves in time.

I asked you to give me a child and I didn't ask you to tie you to me, you know.

You replied that it cannot be the primary purpose of sexual intercourse, of the love relationship to have a child and, that getting pregnant, would be an accident.

That you love me.

I insisted, I would like it even though I am already a mother, from you, a son.

You have reiterated to me that you do not want to procreate a new life by cooperating with God because it is not eternal life, but only a fiction. That we would talk about it again.

Is God alone eternity? Only he should love? The same here and now I as an adulteress want to love you, even if it is a vain thing.

Love

Loving you is not death, nor does it violate the I, but accuse God, accuse the Father...

And false are the religious psycho-analyses to justify laws.

I join you without dying

to live in the pleasure of the flesh the tender beauty of your being.

I love you to live, not to die.

It doesn't dissolve my ego in ecstasy.

In orgasm I am there to enjoy with you,

I do not dissolve in death and exult my body next to yours.

And if eternal desire appears to me in thee, for thee,

I don't want, for a moment of pleasure, to kill you.

Loving us is not a metaphor for suicide/murder,

to love one another is to claim creative power from God. (Of the eternal)

So I erase from the cross the name of the father who gave us life to die,

Nor do I look for my mother's breasts in you.

I erased, living, even his name.

It is neither desecration nor transgression to love each other,

It is a free human choice, not made a day of religious celebration, but an ordinary day.

@a 11/07/2003

Waiting

I tremble if I am assailed by the doubt of losing you and no longer finding you...

just as I falter at the thought of your embrace.

I hesitate to imagine the instant of giving myself to you

When finally, ignored any excuse,

You will want it too.

The act of love will be the completion in the real intercourse of our bodies

what already happens with joy in waiting

for every word, for every look and for every tacit and complicit understanding

feeding on words of poetic prophecy

or of hope alone.

Life now suspended increases its rhythms every day for the imminence of the encounter

when, too, you will joyfully reveal to me how great your desire for this woman’s body of mine is

and you will know how great mine is for yours, already known to me, but still unknown.

@ad 11/07/2003

Fear of love

Even my woman's body claims you

is looking for you

helpless in its fragility

is waiting for you

declining the private moments

to feed on you

for love

for pain

please

for moments of absolute emotion

in our secret space

you exalt my desires

in your body

Today I love you

Scared

Because every day is more.

@ad 11/07/2003

naked, but without shame

When I am in you who inhabit your body, I lift my gaze,

in your eyes.

I see you naked, helpless, illuminated by the moon,

I look at you, without judging with the eyes of the law.

But what hides your aged naked body not faked by fashion

What secret, what identity?

Don't answer me like Sphinx: it's the object of fun for a day.

Look!

I too am naked before your eyes, I do not hide, I do not fear,

I feel no shame in being in my nothingness.

Why did we see each other and then meet?

Because?

Why did you appear as a body in my world?

Because?

In the conjunction of our diversity

I have not consumed alienated remains of divine production.

My desire was not objectifying human trade.

The sexual act was not just a breath of wind,

but deliberate openness to your being appeared in your body... Who are you?

Why die?

Because?

Make yourself flesh, my love, do not ask the Father for forgiveness.

Do not remain chaste, do not follow the commandment.

Join me in the sin of living to die.

I miss meeting you, you're beautiful! Come to me.

@a 13/07/2003

cannot, as it can, as it dares

I will never let myself be seduced by chastity, I cannot exist without you

how to leave us if we are happy in loving each other,

Why forget that we are a body?

It will not be divine castration that breaks the carnal root that nourishes this love,

Not as long as bodies have youth or life.

I will not follow the chaste law of prohibition,

I refuse to lose your human singularity,

I refuse the renunciation of fornication with you to love God.

We are not a divine soul in an animal body,

we are human persons,

lives.

I woman will follow you into the hell of pain

to love you.

It cannot, as it can ask me, how it dare condition you

How dare blackmail forget us?

No, I cannot love the God of love who separates me from you...

I can't without you.

@ad 13/07/2003

I follow in your footsteps

I follow your steps...

without you, in this bed, I think in your arms...

I touch myself...

I open the door to a scream ... I dedicate it to you

Spirit of being embodied in the unknown of my whys.

I follow, daydreaming, your steps,

I accompany you on journeys still unknown to me.

I don't ask you anything to stay with you.

So now logic becomes illogical by releasing my fears from desires.

In imagining you disappearing on an ordinary night, leaving me inert to life.

How could I then, how could I ask you for help

If you, spirit or essence, interrupt my path?

As a human soul I fear every death that knocks at my door,

As a human I ask you: remove the bitter cup from me.

@ ad13\07\2003

because...

Spasm and cry climb the abyss of our encounter.

Born to die to new life the madness of truth

It is the innocence of the unique reality that composes us

and it is accusation, in the absurd division into soul and body,

for the death of the body.

For every rebellious separation, the prayer of seduction for the return is renewed.

Every time, always, towards the father, the accusing orgasm rises, at your every yes.

The cry of the flesh that grows old and dies resounds in his house,

violent is the desire for freedom and eternity

in the human joy of uniting us.

Unjust accusation and condemnation

It is unfair to die.

Salvation without eternity is useless,

useless without infinite preservation in this form of us

useless without the joy of our free union.

If you are there, we will not be spectators, in a paradise that does not belong to us,

of the father's orgasm.

@a 14/07/2003

Dying, yes, if...

It's not my excited vagina, it's not getting wet or feeling you ejaculate into me,

the origin of desire, nor its death.

Desire is desire for you, it is coming out in you from the frost of the living self in the crowd

leaving a daily madness, to exist in you.

I let my flesh call you. I dress her with seduction while waiting.

Yes, my love,

I'm waiting for you forgetting my identity for you,

to find it in you,

I wait for you to be, dragged by you into the abyss of sex, where I have known love.

Recalled in time to life now I accuse death.

Let me die, if I have to,

but throw me not on the cross as a Christ

abandoned

Loneliness of the universe

in vain.

I feel alive. That's why I love you.

@a 14/07/2006

Are you God? Why aren't you?

My soul in love, wrong full moon in a black night of sin, explosion of atoms of a naked consciousness, appears to the eyes of inexperienced modest as the black fairy of the woods, and yet ... of Lilith has remained the essence that reigns under a sky made of tomorrow.

I crossed the threshold of the impossible, but I found only shadows, yet love and death to the nth degree celebrated their golden wedding today.

My kingdom of questions evolves sincerely. I woman in the song of life I ask the same to implode in the name of love, in the name of an instant, for that moment made of moments that give life to a whole life.

Sin will never die because from it the right is drawn as from the false the true. So within these solid walls I look at the sky looking for my answers.

I love you, my love, and I will not keep my lips closed, tight. I speak to you. I know what I'm talking about. With you I met Amore. I live with you.

Eden is flourishing. With you I hear the birds singing, I hear the sea roaring. I would like to shout. For you I am lying naked on the ground waiting for you.

Come to me, go upon me, thirst for me, the source flows in me. I will reveal to you, you will understand every secret.

Join me. Stick your hand into my nothingness, go obscene into the emptiness of my being. Together we make sense.

In this life I want to be with you. On this night I look for you, but, today, I do not find you. Where are you? Where are you hiding?

I seek you, my love, to tell you, "Love my love." And I ask myself: Who are you? Are you God? Why aren't you?

aut aut

Because you feed on the blood and wine of the transubstantiated body of Christ

is the love between God and man eternal and total life?

Why doesn't it happen between us?

How can it not raise the cry of rebellion

The creature he loves, for divine privilege?

Why silence the flesh by accusing it of idolatry and sin?

Tomorrow, aged bodies, how will the word of human love be incarnated?

Remember that you are nothing while choosing freely in this life, eternity,

between Heaven and Hell.

Aut aut of the creature condition.

God is one.

@a 15/07/2003

shipwreck in you

I approach you with troubled joy, for the possibility of rejection,

to lose myself in you with the obscenity of the flesh.

Innocent provocation let you glimpse my little breasts

in the innocence of everyday life without any malice

and fall into your arms

driven by desire

in the passion to find myself in you

without knowing of my identity lost in you,

entrusted to you...

but there is such immense tenderness,

so much life,

that it is sweet to me to shipwreck in you.

(.!.)

It persists in my eyes, on my skin, on my lips,

in my hands inside me ... your sperm, but not satiate,

It does not appease the impetuous desire for encounter.

You are always different, you are more beautiful every day,

you are infinite and absolute,

impossible to love you and be satisfied only for one

and finished life.

@ad 15/07/2003

I never loved

Last night I had a nice / bad dream ... You had to go to war while I gave birth to our son in the rubble.

Love I miss you, I wish you were close to me now, I would like your kisses, your caresses, your breath on my body, your warm hands touch my senses, the smell of the warm embraces of love that I found only in you.
It's too big, too beautiful. May you give me life, light ... everything I've never had.

I cry with joy, you are ... wonderful... I love you to death. Never in my life had I been enveloped by such strong desires.

Never in my life had loved spoken to me so closely. You give me vital energy, you are my joy now, and maybe my pain tomorrow... No, I'm not afraid. I truly love you!

You are not a dream and I must remain of you to love, and if I lose you I will not be afraid because I will always be with you.

We will not lose ourselves and we will not leave each other, we love each other. It must not happen, it will not happen.

I desire you, I want to embrace you, I want to caress me, let me caress you, caress you and then make love to you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, always yours! D.

Prayer

Oh God... if this love is too great and you are afraid of it,

from obsequious death erasing my being.

My soul tired of being an unhappy legal couple,

tired of waiting for the recomposition of the disjointed senses in a wounded body,

Tired of suffering the violence of the onslaught of time,

prone on the bed of violent space waiting for your coming,

suspended mute in this tomb violated by the master father,

she met him ... In pain he brought me a flower.

Now you know, I love her ... and you also know that only in Him have I revealed myself,

in boundless confidence, in my being.

Only to him have I shown the threshold of mystery,

in absolute silence, ignoring my limitations.

Only he saw, with me, the useless pain, the nothingness in the emptiness of existence,

mine

hidden under the mask of beauty praised by communication,

to exhibit smiling and desired by all,

but by violence violated.

In this frost, together we have built,

digging into the roots of the sin of this nothingness that still burns suspended over the void,

a house.

We are good together...

Oh God... I know it's not human... Yet I ask you:

"Give us the happy eternity of being together!"

@ad 16/07/2003

unique love

You are the only man, met in life, to which I reveal myself

who can see me, talk and hear me.

And it is a sensation, a precise perception,

that even if I met more beautiful and better ones today or tomorrow,

I could not repeat this total exchange of us,

in the intimate joy of being with you,

last factor of dreams,

in the illogical ecstasy of minutes torn from time

those dilate the limits of life.

The fear of the soul, which is always alone in its mystery,

to feel again in silence the night of abandonment,

it would now be more atrocious...

You know, this love is sincere truth,

is created by us and for us alone,

will remain with us,

So no one ever saw us and never will hear us.

Meet? Today I can't, I have theatres rehearsals.

@ad 17/07/2003

It scares fireflies in the day, yet everything is warm in the light.

Where are the white stars when the sun lights up life,

where is the passion of a great love when a cloud crosses the sky,

what comparison to use to define the pain of pain...

Where are you...?

Now that the path becomes steep and the breath fails?

Where are you...?

To you Stella I dedicate my suffocated cry between the sheets...

Take it far.

18/07/2003

on set

-Hello. I'm sorry for last night, I forgot I had rehearsals on set. The driver of the director of the film picked me up.

I had to act out some love scenes, I had forgotten. Even tonight we can't meet, but you can watch me on TV.

-Hello. On TV? What do you act?

- I personify Salome in a story that you also know. It is a play, written by Oscar Wilde, reinterpreted by the director.

- Tell, I'm intrigued.

- Herod Antipas lived with Herodias in his palace. He had weaved with his sister-in-law a relationship legalized by a marriage.

A banquet is taking place with Jewish, Roman and Egyptian guests.

At the centre of the room there is also a cage, in which John the Baptist is locked up, who shouts prophecies about the advent of the Messiah condemning the behaviour of Herod and Herodias.

The soldiers, put on guard, discuss the beauty of the moon and my beauty.

Because of Herod's constant interested looks, I walk away from the banquet. I approach the cage, where Giovanni is locked up.

I am frightened by his shouting. But his wild appearance, his voices intoxicate me.

Fascinated, I reveal to him my sexual impetus, my irrepressible desire to kiss him. I say, "I want to kiss your mouth, John."

But John indignantly refuses.

Disappointed and offended I sit next to Herod who again stretches out his hands, makes me amorous offers. Outraged refusal.

But Herod, taken by my beauty, insists, asks me to dance for him, offering to fulfils any of my wishes.

I accept and perform naked the dance of the seven veils.

Then I express my wish: "Give me the head of John", repeating it in the face of Herod's horror, "Give me the head of John".

Herod hesitated, he did not want to kill a man who had seen God, he was afraid of him.

"You promised me," I tell him, "you can't break your promise."

Herod has him killed and has me carry John's head on a silver tray. So I can kiss John's mouth with my mouth.

- Tragic evangelical story. I'll watch you act tonight. Tonight I will see your metamorphosis. Tonight in the eyes of those who look at you you will again be an untouchable goddess.

Blue Widow

I killed love... I will devour my soul for this.

I open the gate of this synthetic cage,

I also cut off the last flower in my garden.

I killed my love for love,

I no longer have gifts in the hood of my valuables.

So I let flow, out of the veins, the serum that made me dream.

I would like to tell you: "stay next to me", but I cannot...

I can not love...

@ad 18/07/2003

Why us

How to eternize, how, without mortifying carnal dualism in icy love.

How, how, how without depriving ourselves of either the psychic core or the body

without dissolving with tragic bitterness and lucidity in the embrace of nothingness?

The doubt of why we,

if love is eternal and I am his betrayed bride...

I thought I knew everything before I met you

Not anymore.

You, creature of the sea,

you far away

you close

Now you live here, for me, in this brief beauty.

Oh to be able to stop the light, the rhythm of time.

Oh to be able to sing the supreme yearning for happiness...

as I dissolve into the night with you...

All the time.

@ad 18/07/2003

I love you like this

On this cold day, this bright and warm sun speaks to me about you.

Abandoned to his embrace, I embrace you ... And, as he disappears behind the mountain, in the sunset of abandonment, he tells me that tomorrow it will rise again with the dawn.

I know there will be, albeit behind the clouds.

I love you now and tonight I will make the kisses and the embrace alive ... Tonight you will be with me.
I love you waiting for the dawn. I wish you ... I'm waiting for you. And as the sun will be there, we will be there, even tomorrow, after the night of the storm.

However, despite the certainty, I wish there was no passage of time without you. I already miss, even before we separate, being with you.

The deep desire to eternalize this love by concretizing it in religious union or the civil formalization of marriage

or in the permissiveness of living together even against children is profound and true.

Doing so however would not solve the problem... everything clashes with the reality of the human being ... habit perhaps, education, responsibilities...

Death surely, there are companions

Or does love have other meanings that social and religious life has killed? Or can love be lived in other ways, scandal in the eyes of the learned and right-thinking?
I love you like that.

This is why I am not afraid to tell you that I miss you, that I need you, even if you told me that I am not necessary to you.

However, without you, I cannot exist in this love so tender and violent, so sweet and necessary to life ... Let me live, let yourself be loved beyond all limitations!

That's all I ask of you.

@Diana

You know?

Express what touches you deeply

it lands you underground.

You know?

Only if anguish and pain

kill the hope of encounter

you die

not for a distance that separates.

You know?

It's not easy to believe you

if every possibility dissolves in the wind

And every dream goes away leaving a void.

You know?

We will die soon, very soon we will leave

this enchanting place of our meeting.

You know?

It is not at all vain to love each other

It’s life!

... and of us, wonderful and irreplaceable,

Remains...

and it will never be that I kill you.

@a19/07/2003

The wait

And now what do I do in the wait?

I'm waiting for you,

I let time die

to reach you.

You will be waiting for me

dress up

with your smile.

I love you with all my strength

and I miss you.

I feel you are calling me,

I hear your laughter,

I feel your love on my skin.

I hear you...

It corrodes my soul

absence.

Where to look for you if you are already in me?

I'm waiting for you, come and get me,

Here I am so afraid.

@ad 19/07/2003

The reasons for my life

Love, I look at the time that passes like the tracks of a train that move away and basically have a meeting point that will never be there, WE ...

I love you my sweet love. Never in my life have I tried so intensely, I have waited for you so long, and I have found you ... where?

What irony ... While waiting I was looking for love in everything, flowers, books, poems, children, old people ... I knew that yes, it was love, but ... there was also a different form ...

It is true I loved in the past, I also got married, I am a mother, but ... I knew there was a heavenly form of love, I was sure you were hiding in the world.
You listen to me, you cuddle me, you don't punish me continuously every day, you don't treat me badly, you are sweet, and you caress my soul, gently.

I'm happy to have met you and I'm sure it wasn't a coincidence. I felt you immediately in me, the first moment I saw your eyes.

It was all too much, how to say ... It reminds me of a mosaic perfect piece.

Sacrifice is being without you because I also love what you love; I love everything that is treasure for you.

I love you... and not only ... would I like to see them. Sometimes I imagine them ... I give them a face of innocence ... give them a kiss for me...

Honey doesn’t be afraid if I love you like that... I am not a thorn, but the rose.

Do not fear me, even if great, this love will not suffocate you ... I will hold it tight and, as long as it is there, I will feed myself every day ... Now I'm yours, it's good to be yours.

Now I remember the day I tried, how much I'm feeling now. I was the soloist in a big choir, there were four voices and I sang Gregorian chant ... it was an AVE MARIA.

I remember that at that moment I felt paradise ... It was heavenly. That's why I was sure there was heavenly love.

I was sure that one day I could find that dawn that enveloped everything around me. You are equal and I would like to be the same for you.

I would like to be the infinite, the ecstasy, the paradise ... What has never been, I would like to be yours ... your great love.

Honey, if my love was as strong as I say, I should have the courage to give you back to her, because she does not have to suffer ... I don't want that to blame either.

She is innocent and pure... It must be sweet to try to love her again. I would like to give you my love, I would like it to be magical, to fall into your hearts and bring them together...

If I could, I would... By now I am used to my corner of pain, I have always cancelled myself for the love of others. My place is there... sitting. I will die for you. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

I grew up thinking I was different from everyone ... I thought: why do I love everything that lives with such intensity?

Why, when I see an old man alone, do I look at him and feel his loneliness in my heart, while others just see him?

Why, when a leaf detaches from its tree, do I feel in my heart that it is dead?

Because, when I saw a very big and lonely woman, I thought: you also love ... And did I feel his suffering?

Because I love love so much, because I feel love so strongly... It is a defect to love so much, most of the time this is accompanied by suffering...

I can even love your woman and I could cancel myself for your sake...

I love the man who crushed me (my father), I love the one who hurts me, I love those who hate me and those who love me.

I am a being different from everyone, I smell that no one hears and it annoys me...

I was not supposed to be born, I am a mistake of nature ... Love... you have no idea... If you painted a picture of it, you would see it live with the strength of an indescribable love.
I'll love you from here... to eternity!

Diana

Never again...

I will never again allow my heart to listen to the sweet symphony of the celestial.

I will never again let my soul believe in living, in being.

To love and to be loved.

Wherever I turn my head I find you

Solitudes

Leaks

Fears

pain

empty abysses.

I will never swim again in the river of hope towards the sea...

There is no room for me.

Walking with you behind my funeral

I will not cry.

@ad 19/07/2003

You will commit suicide love

Yet it will end in you, for you, to love us, I know,

you must have,

you must possess the continuous time of the body

to love

you have to marry him and beget

shaped by the law you cannot,

you don't want to...

You will commit suicide love, which is eternal, killing man,

because he doesn't have time,

Maybe as early as tomorrow.

But I do not obey the law, I will not kill my children.

Go... If you have to go go, come back, within your old walls without turning around

and don't cry, to live the life you want...

Now I love you and I love you even without you.

@a 16/07/2006

incomprehension

You are like everyone, equal ... Nothing about you, now, differs. Man does not have the courage ... Oh... How sorry you do to me, today, reading your thoughts.

I'm leaving... Yes, I am leaving and I will never cry again, for you. Don't kill your children, don't do it... never.

I leave you because you have disappointed me with these words. I have never asked you anything and I will never ask ... you do not understand, you do not want to understand and you offend me as well ... Six... six... I hate you.

@ad 20/07/2003

I hate you...

You also rape my soul ... How can you, what right do you have...

I gave you everything and you ... My god... You're horrible.

I know, you know?

I know who you really are...

I know that the word love for you is just a word,

nothing more.

I know of your non-time, your fears, your duties,

of your solitudes...

I know what I am for you, I know what you are for me...

I know love ... Know...

but you know nothing, you have understood nothing...

@d 20/07/2003

You... no

You don't play with me.

I am made of the same material that makes up your loved ones...

I also suffer, like them.

I would like to shout loudly to the world that I feel used,

even from you, albeit in a different way,

but... How can you not hear my prayer?

Perhaps incorrect sounds come to you?

I do not ask, I desire, I want to give you...

What fault do I have, if life has been unfair with me,

if only now I have met those who made me believe

That I am also allowed to smile from time to time?

Stop thinking I want to tear your roots out of you...

I'm not that cruel...

But I can't deny that I don't feel the love you say you have.

If so, you would have a few more moments for me,

Instead, everything comes before me.

I know how to put you in the right place in my life ... you, No.

I don't want anything.

I don't want to lose what I already have: my house, my children, my husband...

I want only love from you ... That love.

@ Diana 31/07/02

Sometimes in life we say things that could change the name of the wind or the sun, we say things that change events, change paths.

God is a witness, only He knows how many silences my life is made of. I should have continued my silence and may God give me the strength not to break others.

In the emotion of a song I let my wings take me into the blue of your sky obscuring it, but what fault do you have?

Take me with you every day, we will be reborn at every dawn washed from sin with sadness thrown behind, companions on an endless journey.

From here to eternity.

Diana. 06/06/2003

wake up woman

Wake up now woman! Alarm clock!

Your dream was beautiful, but it doesn't belong to you...

You are embodied in pain...

they sold you for little money...

you are not allowed to smile,

nor to loosen your hair in a green and fragrant field

or open your arms to the sky and breathe in a transparent relief.

You woman has muddy feet, bowed face...

You must obey your master.

Woman! You were just dreaming!

Do not mourn, now, your awakening...

You died experiencing your new pain.

Woman!

You're crazy to believe, crazy to dream...

You are crazy!

The love you have in you is stronger than a hurricane,

but it is wasted.

For this love you could reap the universe,

but you are not allowed.

Woman... Even today you will be whipped just because you love.

@a 20/07/2003

If tomorrow

Solitary my light today...

Hanging by a thread is my courage in its purity...

Yes, I belong to me, but ... I belong to you.

Painful are the choices of obligation.

Where are you now?

Sentinel is the night that surrounds me,

Sentinel is death

always ready,

lurking

It is waiting for us.

Where are the dancing larks above the streams,

Where are the springs that flow to life?

Oh... If tomorrow awaits me, it will be naked of you.

What violence has struck my being a woman!

Thus...

leaning against a wall I let myself slide

in a vacuum.

Immersed in the ecstasy of a warm caress

with the smell of your kisses on the skin

and the sweet memory of a hug that warms my soul.

Yet in the world in which I live all this does not exist.

Overwhelmed by a strong emotion touch the ecstasy of us

for that day that was

seems far away even today

but tomorrow ... Tomorrow I am still waiting for you in me.

Remember my name

let it flow into you... Forever.

What about you...

you are waiting for me

I want to come back to you

feel your blood in my

your heart in my

your skin in my

and my womb for us

Then sleep on my breasts until dawn

and then the next dawn

From here to death

I love you.

Yours forever.

Diana 30/07/2003

I am not your bride oh my Adam

Looking for me?

Son in the night

in the day

in perfumes

in tears in pain

in anguish

are everywhere

Wherever you look

I'm in your skin

but... God gave her to you as a bride

and I walk barefoot in the world

leaving my footprints

so that one day you may reach me my love

Diana 31/07/2003

I did not ask you, nor would I have asked you, to separate yourself from her, but you did. You know, I'm proud of you.

Take a journey into my woman's body

I will guide you with my movements

that elevates all purity and not, on high and higher still

I will teach you a new dance

with touch, with smell

I will show you that never, never again can you be without me

Travel with me in my body

Look for me by piloting my senses

lands on my warmth of a woman

and savour every event

I accompany you, do not be afraid, I will be with you.

Diana 20/08/2003

I will not follow

Do not seek the divine in me ... I'm just a woman.

No, I will not follow you on a mystical path,

I will not live disembodied refusing to be touched by pleasure and pain,

From good and evil, in the heavenly nirvana of a lifeless love.

Even when, naked in front of you, I stop the path, in the ecstasy of the removal of the barriers of the self

to join you,

when, even you, no longer a stranger allow yourself

and the mind,

held in the pleasure of the satisfied senses,

now above desire and beyond the hatred of all other possessions,

seems to subside,

I, without remorse or regret of virginal purity, continue to love you for the body.

@ad 05/08/2003

my friends

This afternoon together walking hand in hand through the city, like two lovers. We met my friends in front of the cathedral.

I knew we would meet them. I agreed with them. I wanted you to know them. I presented them to you. They told me you're beautiful.

My closest friend asked you not to hurt me, that I don't deserve it.

Before you leave them, you promised them that one day we will go sunbathing together.

Yes, I want to take you to my secret place where, when I can, in solitude I go to read and sunbathe.

I'm happy to let you participate in my little universe.
Then you took me to a motel. Although confused by the place, but excited by the novelty, we loved each other.

You are the open arms of God

I would like to drag you into the impetuous torrent, and arrived at the sea, on the sand cradle the melody of life,

make you forget melancholy and regrets...

I wish you were serene, I wish I could take your pain upon me,

But I can only let myself be loved and loved.

I love you... I can't not love you, you're beautiful,

You are the desperate life, born abandoned, who wants to live and does not resign...

You are the woman, you are the strength of infinite sweetness,

you are the tenderness of the burning tree,

you are the open arms of God.

@a 09/08/2003

I want to live with you the daily life of a normal life

I have great news to tell you, my husband, my children, like every year, go to the sea. I don't, with the excuse of work.

A friend of mine would give me her house by the lake ... Isn't it that you can take a few days off?

It would be great to live a few days together. It's a dream, I've been wondering for a long time what it would be like to live daily with you.

Monday

- Finally, I was looking forward to it. I packed my suitcase. I'm ready.

- I thought we would stop and watch the sunset over the lake together before going to dinner.

- I didn't know this romantic side of yours.

- At sunset, sitting on a bench facing the lake, I want to kiss you hugging you.

- I feel like a little girl on her first date.

- What do we order?

- Me a pizza, you?

- I also take pizza. To drink?

-Water. Sorry, while you make the order, I go to the bathroom.

-Hello.

-Hello. I don't need anything.

- It's beautiful... Is it your wife?

- No, she's just a friend.

- Isn't it that you need the rape drug for after dinner?

-No.

- Take her at least one rose.

-No.

-Hello.

- I saw you talking to that guy. What did he want?

- He wanted to sell me the rape drug.

- You don't need it, I'm already yours.

- I would never give any woman the rape drug to get it. Without his ego, his presence, his will, what would it be?

- I would kill you

- Beautiful your friend's house.

- Yes it is very nice. She cares about beautiful things and can afford them.

Do you know where the bathroom is? I would like to take a shower.

- I accompany you...

- What do you do?

- I look at you as you undress. Then after you look at me.

- Come on come in with me, the water is already warm.

- Let me soap you.

-You too...

- How beautiful you are... I already want you.

Tuesday

- Good morning.

-Good morning.

-Slept?

- Safe in your arms, I had no nightmares.

- Come on sit on my lap and kiss me ... Breakfast is ready.

- Today we go to the beach to sunbathe, would you? I thought I'd grab some sandwiches and come back at sunset.

- I'm fine with that.

- Look that tonight I want to make love to you again.

Wednesday

- Rainy day.

- We take a tour of the shops and then we will sit on the couch watching a movie.

- And to love us?

- If by loving us you mean having sex, I say no. You can't stay all day just like that. It is not living.

-You're right. It's not just having sex that loves each other. To love each other is to be together, to love each other is to respect each other, it is also just talking about us, about our dreams, discussing without any fear.

Thursday

- Today I want to cook for you. You will look at me, I will be naked, but you will not have to touch me.

- I did not know, of you, the erotic side of seduction.

- They are innocent fantasies that only with you I allowed myself to realize.

- I had never noticed it... You have a nice b-side. You want to knead it.

-Not now.

- Do not blush ... I'm just looking at you... even your breasts attracting my eyes...

- They are small ... I wanted to have them redone by the surgeon. My husband wanted it and it would also be used for my work as an actress.

- But what do you say ... Luckily you didn't, I wouldn't have liked to stroke unnecessary prostheses. Come on, forget the cooking, I want you in my arms.

-Not now. Hold back. You already know that you will enter me as you look inside my eyes. Don't rush, we have time.

Friday

- Also tonight I will ask you to caress me, but without touching my vagina and without me being able to touch you, at least for an hour. Then I'll do it with you.

- Our caresses excited me. I want to make love now.

- No, not now. Let me enjoy in the silence of the night, embraced to you, this moment of only tenderness of us. Don't talk, let me dream. Now sleep.

Tomorrow we will make love.

- I'll wait for you at dawn.

...

I'm wide awake. I approach you still naked. I satisfy my cravings. I caress you, touch your penis. But you still sleep. Wake up my love, I want you inside me.

Saturday

- I'm going to surprise you tonight. I've been thinking about it for a long time.

- What surprise?

-See.

Saturday night

- Let yourself be blindfolded.

- Where do you want to take me?

- Wait for me here, I'll pick you up as soon as I'm ready... Give me your hand, I'll accompany you. Now you can take off the bandage. Look.

- You dressed as a bride for me. You're beautiful. You are a dream. I'll marry you if you want.

- Don't make me cry. What are you waiting for to undress? I want you to be mine as I am already yours. Please be sweet to me. I will do whatever you want.

- You are the woman of the Song of Songs. The woman sung by poets.

Sunday

- Are you thoughtful this morning ... Are you tired?

- No, I'm not tired. Curse... tonight I have to be home ... He returns from the sea. And if I think that every day we hugged, caressed, kissed ... I had a good time. I will miss all this. My love for you is skyrocketing. I could live with you. I'm not afraid to live with you. I begin to think that it would be better for me to separate myself from him.

- Don't be sad, there will be other days.

-Don't leave me.

Sunday evening

I'm home, I'm with my husband. My children to find their love. My bed is empty without you. He wants me, but I don't feel like it.

He shows himself tanned, he boasts of having been desired by other women, but that he thought of me ... He missed me so much that he never phoned to ask me if I was okay, but let him go to hell. I don't want to talk, I don't want to look at him.

- "I'm tired, let me sleep. Tomorrow you will tell me about your adventures," I tell him.

- "But I want to make love," he insists.

- Remove your hands ... I told you no. Don't try to rape me again. It would be the last thing you do.

- You have never rebelled before.

-Leave me alone. I have my back to him and think of us...

It's three in the morning. I don't sleep, I think of you, you're here with me. It's true that we're crazy, but I love you. I don't care about the time or space that separates us.

I don't care if I can't always feed myself for you to live, but knowing that you are there for me is life. I will die only if it serves you, do not ask me anything else.

You love me, I feel it ... Do not die love me, I live for you. Without you there is neither the sun nor the sea, there is no breath. I give you more than one tear every day.

You are... Oh how I fear this life without you. How much pain my flesh has felt and my heart even more tried. How much violence around me.

Only you have loved me and you love me for who I am. I send you this page of my diary. I want you to know everything about me. I miss you.

DIARY

I knew madness, you still don't know this about me, I remember ... that night ... she knocked at my door, she told me ... That if I didn't want to feel the severe pain I had in my soul, I had to hurt my body.

The pain was pleasant, it made me feel good, so I fell asleep with my body wounded, burned or cut, then he spoke to me of death and I, I listened to that voice, I lulled myself in it.

Sometimes my memory betrayed me, I almost didn't remember who I was or what had happened in the last half hour. "I attempted suicide, it went wrong."

Yes, I declare myself an ambivalent, crazy person. Now you know my secret.

The marks you see on my body... it just pushed me... I'm sorry I lied to you, now I'm healed... It was tough, but I did it.

I was so scared when I huddled, I didn't see, I didn't think, I just felt so cold.

Now you are free to choose whether to stay or go. Watch... There's so much pain on the path of my life, you know?

No one understood when I was sick, how bad I was. I didn't have anyone next to me, only my two moms.

I think explaining those moments is incredible for the listener. Don't laugh at me too, many have already laughed.

I'm risking a lot to tell you these things ... How could you just imagine a life with a madman.

Perhaps my madness came from a crushed, broken, shattered heart.

I have received a new heart now... I've been on the waiting list for a few years, but now I'm fine.

Don't be afraid of me, I'm just too sensitive and I love too much. This is my trouble, I love my mother too much and she can't understand,

I love my children too much and I suffocate them,

I love you too much that you are not there,

I love my friends too much and they don't understand,

I love the day, the sea, the scents and everything that surrounds my being too much, but I don't receive the same love, why?

Sometimes a few fragments call me, but I know how to hold the reins now. No, I don't want to bore you with these things and... why did I ever tell you, because...

It was a fairy tale, smile over ... I didn't have to, damn it.

21/08/2003@Diana.

I will leave this house

There is also room for you in my woman's body,

If you want you can enter it.

We will not be tight,

space for you was already made before we were born

Because you and I are one and the same.

To live with you I will leave this house,

I will build a new one for us.

I do not want to disperse, in the nothingness of life, my knowledge of you,

I don't want to drive out my desire for you,

the desire to unite my body as a woman with your body as a man.

Even knowing that sex will end in time,

Know... The kiss, a word, the caress will remain.

I want to build my future in time with you,

until death.

I and three other friends of mine decided to rent an apartment. The use for each is personal, no one wants to know about the others, it would be exceptional right?

20/07/2006@Diana.

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?

Provisional, my love, the dwelling place of love and sin

that you are preparing for us ... the dream of every man.

Is this what you want for us?

Perhaps... if where we all go

If you ... if I ... If we ... we will have accommodation.

And the others? The ones we have known, the loved ones ... What will become of it?

An orgy?

Wonderful is to love you today, sublime to meet you...

tomorrow?

Tell me... How can we eternalize this love?

how to be God?

The same I love you ... Come, I'll wait for you.

Hey... Contact with bodies must not be missing, otherwise there could be a death. I want to confide a secret to you ... Today is the third time I touch myself thinking of you. Am I exaggerating?
Only flesh that feeds on flesh does not fear love, you know, only in this way does not die.

This is why God also bends to the law and becomes incarnate every day, offering himself to the love of man, like bread and wine.

Do not complain about death tomorrow, she will be certain if no crumbs fall from the table. I am thirsty and hungry, my love, offers me waste of time, but be my nourishment.

@a 03/06/2003 @Diana.

I LOVE YOU

It's late at night.

Lying naked on my wedding bed I still do not sleep,

Thinking of you.

It's nice to travel through time to meet you,

And so great is the desire for you that I live become the dream.

Light up the sky for the two of us... Right now... I want to love you...

I am naked before your eyes, by your arms

I LOVE YOU

and while your mouth feeds my mouth with kisses,

your hand seeks my breasts

A caress comes down from the back

my hand touches you

is total ecstasy feeling warm

desire you in the belly

while lying down you take me without fear

I'm excited

All fear goes away when pleasure touches every part of my body

now I am yours I am in you and you in me

It's beautiful love.

The two of us separated are now even more united.

Stay in me

go out slowly without hurting me

Pleasure becomes flesh now

penetrates my bowels

leaving me breathless.

Thank you my love for welcoming me;

My meeting begins,

My body moves, slowly lifts

Sweet play your song that becomes dance

Your inebriated body speaks and welcomes me.

To enjoy all the happiness I discovered

Towing the best

it is your gift that knows how to take me into the infinite blue of an airless sky

and takes my breath away

I feel pleasure as if it were reality.

Touched, caressed for me and I will do it for you...

great desire

I will do it now I will be yours through my hands

guided by you.

Now hug me, let's sleep.

Ah, I forgot... You know... Last night, my husband resigned from his band. Curse! I will no longer be able to meet you so easily.

I can't stand his presence so present. I have the impression that he does it on purpose. When I loved him, he had another woman. I wasn't enough for him.

I had found out. So, knowing that she was playing with him, I asked him to leave her, to leave his group, but he said no.

I wanted to leave him, but I didn't have the strength. I endured everything, in silence, but I refused to join him in the intercourse.

Slowly I let myself die.

No, it was not the fear of being alone, I had none, I was used to being alone, but I thought of my children then still small.

As you know, I did not try to console myself with other men. No one ever had me. I did not seek revenge. I was dead.

Then you came to bring me back to life. Now that he could have ten more or 100 and I would like him to leave ... gosh... banished everything, I LOVE YOU.

@Diana.

Euthanasia so as not to die inside

He lives life in its flow, but sometimes he stops to look at you

and... you... you know how to be there,

ready to welcome his karma.

There is no life that welcomes us into its kingdom

the moments vanish...

Listen to your living if you want to live:

I want to die ... or... maybe I was never born

Don’t hold my hand, let me go... road...

16/09/2003

Today is dust my day

Absence dust

inebriated dust,

blow

Breathless I reach the grave

where I find the writing saturated with meaningless words.

Look for me in every wind

You will find me in every direction.

Take your gaze away from the darkness,

Today is not the time for a reflux.

If well I do not accuse your smells

I believe he events

You belong to me it was written, you know?

20/09/2003

What loneliness not being able to contact you, it is painful joy, you know, you are there, but you are not there, when the desire to embrace you, as only with you I can do, assails me.

Then everything looks grey. Don't laugh at me. Don't laugh if I miss your kisses, hug, your perfume, your skin ... you.

Don't laugh if I can't fill myself up with you. Let it, I wish, desire, make sure that it happens again, as soon as possible.

The thought that we have what many seek, the complicit harmony of souls and bodies, satisfies and contents my continuous need for you...

Never in my life have I been enveloped by such a strong desire, never had life spoken to me so closely.

You give me vital energy, you are my joy now... and maybe my pain tomorrow ... But, remember, you will always be my story, a story that will never be denied.

No, I'm not afraid to love you, even if I'll have to lose you. But first there are you, then me. I'm not giving you anything... I would like but ... What does it matter?

@Diana.

Now is not the time for death

Present stillness in beauty today close your day

Remember the mat on which you placed the dress for the party

Remember the night you gave to your beloved

Do not arouse evil memories

Light a candle to love even today

Let the fusion of anger and forgiveness flow.

Now is not the time for death.

Now there is taste, there is smell of fresh, sweet and clear nectar

Tonight I wrote with my soul

I don't know to whom and why

I don't even know if I wrote

I'm crying I feel the soul coming out of my body

I feel my muscles stiffen

What do I do with a freedom I don't need?

I love you and I can't understand why

and I can't understand your love

who does not want matter

How, tell me how you can love without a body

I don't want mine anymore if he can't have your caresses

What do I need a body for if you leave?

I will give the earth this useless body

It’s just matter is broken without you

I MISS YOU

Diana 23/09/2003

Today I love you

How unknown future, how much hidden history is wide open on the abyss that separates life and death and after, is among us.

On the border of the human kingdom, lost and alone creature, seated and now mute, confined to the amorphous space-time of potentiality,

There, where even the infinite paths meet, dividing to get lost, I cast my gaze to shed light on the mystery.

It's not useless all this you know?

I want to love you and convince you to be, by you, loved. Impudent I violate the truth by cutting it with a knife, still bleeding I crucify her on the cross of fools ... I love you.

So I think of you and the thought is mine and it is life.

I join you like this, waiting for your yes for us. A disjointed we, to consciously enjoy the ecstasy for the conjunction between the tree of knowledge and the tree of life.

Psychological religious lie is the fusion that intrigues, of a half that seeks ... In the deep sea of love he finds joy, between life and death that composes us, only those who are there, only those who know.

Loving you is for me a continuous tension of thought, it is an affective holocaust, a metaphysical drama.

Together, we are bread and wine, we are motherhood of love of us, we are earth, we are breath of bodies, living bodies that love and seek each other, that do not want to be confused, nor destroy difference, do not complete each other ... They live and ask for the today and the eternal.

Join me, why disappoint the truth, why ignore the arms that rise? Refusal to be a virgin to follow the law, what law?

We are both body that welcomes body, to unite heaven and earth in opposite extremes of time between life and death or life and death, in this life.

I will die with and without your body, I know, it will be a different death, although always the same, but what does it matter?

You will always be with me!

Accomplices of love ... This is life and although futile and ephemeral like everything, it is not illusion to embrace each other ... and if I have to pay, to God, tomorrow, loving you today, as a woman, will have been worth it.

Imbued with inexhaustible and, at times, unspeakable desires is our fairy tale.

Lying among the cuddles for the warmth of a more daring caress and full of unprecedented sweetness, for the emotional physical contact, conscious presence, magical element, we create our universe of liquid love to swim together to discover this itinerary of amazement that leads to you, to get us ...

Today, when the sky is blue and the sun is warm, I am naked for you, I have perfumed for you, I sing for you like a mermaid.

Listen to my singing, come and swim with me in this lucid and profound transparency, I wait for you to let me touch and take you, to play, to touch you, to catch you.

You know... Despite knowing about the trip for the discontinuous time, every day I miss your presence.

I love you.

Diana 05/07/2003

A day of sex only

All perfumed I come to you on stiletto heels, my love.

You asked me for a day of sex only... Here I am to satisfy yours, my desires.

It's my first time... and remembers ... Only you are allowed by me to have only sex with me.

I'm here for you... loosened my long hair, excited, in front of you...

look into my eyes, look at me my love ... I'm not afraid,

Today I feel safe, I feel beautiful.

Attracted by my sharp nipples

mischievous in the white of my unbuttoned blouse

under the black manager's jacket I wear

it strips my gaze...

rummage me...

spy under my black miniskirt,

I feel it under my black lace garters,

I feel him tearing my black veiled socks...

I feel it go up I feel it go down...

rummaging through the hairs looking for the path...

goes beyond ... Strip my b-side.

What do you want, what are you looking for, my love?

Already all naked you have seen me, you have already touched me, my love...

you know what awaits you...

do not rush, we are alone, we are free ... He looks me in the eye again,

hug me ... I feel safe in your arms,

Look... I feel beautiful in your eyes.

Kiss me, my love, kiss me ... play with my tongue...

Oh your mouth on my nipple...

touch me ... I love to feel your hands caressing my breasts

exciting to hear them glide on the mount of Venus...

I know what you want, I know what you're looking for... but wait...

Expect me love,

It's still not time to penetrate my garden.

I turn off the lights.

I light the scented candles scattered in my wedding bedroom

Walking half-naked on stiletto heels.

You look at me, I feel it ... look at me...

I like to know, it excites me that you look at me.

I fill the flutes with frozen prosecco and approach you,

I offer it to you...

You take me by the hips, you draw me to you, you grope my buttocks,

look through the transparencies of the brief... Oh your mouth on my vagina.

What are you looking for, what do you want, my love? I am all yours, you are all mine.

Yes, now I undress my love, I undress for you.

Off the jacket, falls the miniskirt ... I dance for you on stiletto heels...

My breasts jump, mischievous out of the unbuttoned shirt.

I invite you ... come and dance with me,

I strip off my shirt ... you bend down,

you kiss the golden roses and nipples, you cover them with my long hair...

You take me by the hips, lift me up, take me to the bed.

Lying down you takes off my garters...

I feel your hands lingering on my skin and sliding on the briefs...

My crazy heart beats, what do you want to do to me?

Leave the mount of Venus, the wet path,

go down to the valley, take off my veiled black socks ... you caress my feet ... climb up your legs...

You make me stand up.

What do you want from me?

Standing before you kneeling before me, you look at me...

Yes, transparent are my white briefs ... touch me, smell my scents...

I am ready to let you come to me for my garden.

Standing in front of you half-naked, before your eyes excited...

you kiss me on the mouth, you hold me ... I feel your desire for me...

you erect embraced me, you got excited, I feel you...

I feel your hands caress my bottom,

I feel them slip under the briefs between the buttocks...

What do you want, what are you looking for, my love?

I am ready to let you come to me for my garden.

You drag me to the bed ... you're above me... I arch groaning ... you rip my briefs,

look at my triangle ... rummage your fingers the thick brown hair...

now touch your hand my bare vagina...

you look at me naked ... you look at her naked ... you touch her naked ... you kiss it, you drink it, you eat it...

My soul surrenders in your arms.

I love you man, I love you my love, I love you ... I am yours and you are mine.

My love grows for you, love me my angel.

I would like you inside me, I want you inside me, come inside me to get me...

I'm ready to let you come to me... No, wait... No, not now... I don't want to

I don't want him to penetrate me, not now... Look at me, caress me,

kiss me, lick me ... Stay on the threshold, but don't come inside me.

It will be the fire of my spirit to push you within me,

travelled the wet road, which you already know, with me,

You will come within me with me to meet my soul, I will meet yours.

Don't rush, our sex-only day has just begun.

Undress you for me my love ... I stand still to look at you,

you seduce me ... Look... I touch myself for you.

You know I want you? You are handsome... Come on, come to me ... I'll take off your briefs...

He slides your penis between my breasts, drinks my mouth.

Above you ... my veiled vagina throbs in front of your mouth... Ado... I know what you're looking at...

My B-side attracts you... play with it, stroke it if you want...

Today everything is allowed to you, my great love, today I feel safe and beautiful.

I feel your hands on the mount of Venus open the path between the hairs...

I feel you looking at the door of my garden ... I want you inside me and you want me too...

What are you waiting for?

You brush against my vagina, but go further... touch the anus, look at it,

I know you would like from me the pleasure of Sodom...

not now my love, not now ... do not divert my love, not now...

Unique is the way to enter with me into me with love.

Follow with me the rhythmic wave of pleasure, follow the wet path that opens onto the abyss,

Do not be afraid, you know that I want you with me in the kingdom of love.

My heart beats wildly in waiting, my breathing laboured.

My body warms, my vagina trembles.

A flash and you are inside me, you are inside my uterus to meet my spirit

to procreate love.

I hear again the rhythmic melody of the Song of Songs become flesh

and make me plunge into the light ... don't stop, dance with me my love...

again swaying between colours and music in the kingdom of love,

I love you, stop time.

It is the sixth hour, you have entered again into me my love to meet my spirit,

You entered through my vagina; you are still inside my woman's body...

I'll hold you back, don't leave.

My soul is restless if you, inside my woman's body, do not stop to love it.

She felt the taste of love and surrendered to you...

but again time did not stop, again I came back to myself...

although on you still inside me.

What do you want, now, from a vile and lost woman, my love?

It's the sixth hour ... Our day of sex alone is not over yet.

Stay naked my prince, reveal me, live with me other secrets of love,

Use me for your pleasure today, you know love, I trust you.

Come with me in the shower, my love...

We soap with fragrant essences...

I spread the cream on your body, you on my...

I massage you rubbing ... comb my vagina...

I'm your gheisa.

Oh my woman, my queen... I love you as you are, fragile, tender and sincere...

I will let you do with my body everything you dream of.

What do you want, my love?

I want to blindfold you ... I want you to relive the abandonment of divinity to be flesh, the leap into the darkness of birth into emptiness.

I want to bind you to prevent you from touching me while chasing the pleasure of the flesh.

I also want to spank you, but without violence, to return the innocent child to her first experience.

You will know that the orgasm you had was but a pale ecstasy ... you will ask me, I will ask you, to return blasphemous without love, but for sex only,

in the universe where places and things ... where everything is still undefined and everything floats.

Where the father breathes the spirit into life, where it all begins I want to meet you, there I want to take you, there you will be my queen.

S and a snake, my love, a snake that creeps forbidden

and crawl obscene on my body to join my spirit.

I see your eyelids trembling in the silence of the evening, dilate your pupils ... naked all beautiful is you.

You seduce me messenger of love with your long hair, the gold necklace with the cross between the turgid breasts, erect the nipples,

You excite me, you look at me, you smile blushing.

On this day of sex only, removed all prohibitions,

In the sheep position I open myself to your gaze.

I feel like you're looking at me... that you look at my body as a woman ... It's cool, isn't it?

What are you waiting for? I'm offering it to you, my love. Take it, it's all yours.

Do not linger serpent, my angel, today everything is allowed to you,

Come inside me, I wait for you inside my woman's body.

I feel your finger penetrate my anus, rummaging through it as we kiss.

The other hand squeezes my breasts ... by embracing me you hold me against you...

I like it... You push me on the pillow.

Take it easy ... do not be violent ... I want it too.

With you, love, I also live this biblical animalistic forbidden to love,

with you I'm also experiencing pain in pleasure...

again you enter my moist vagina,

again the rainbow and celestial music envelop me,

I float without fear, embraced by you, in a place without space, without time.

Now what remains of me who wants the eternity of us in love?

Brought back to reality, I wonder if it is being only flesh to live,

lacking the living of eternity.

The ninth hour has come, the hour of death before the resurrection. Stay with me the same in the time that will never be eternal, stay, embrace me.

Never before have I lived in love. Maybe it was just sex marriage, sex children. But it is life.

And remember forever of this day that I let you play with my body, that your hands rummaged through me,

that I have brought you to pleasure with my mouth, my breasts, my hands, that together we have been in the kingdom of love and that I love you.

Remember this day, my love of flesh, remember it.

I wish our story would never end, I wish I could stay with you ... I have never loved and never have I been so loved.

AI will classify pornography as this loving us, unable to comprehend the human infinite. Censored, you may never read it. Yet it is love.

You're a whore, my whore, you're in God's place, but I love you.

For you, my journey also ends with you. I needed your madness of love to know mine and your emptiness. You accompanied me to the lost Eden, but because of death we cannot stay. We are a land that allows us to embrace, but we are an eternal nothingness.

You know I love you and from the depths of my dark life I feel the light of your sweet eyes on my body. I have abandoned God with you in erotic pleasure. I want to be with you in the silence of your vagina, as your lover. You're a whore instead of God, but I love you. Attached to your breast, I want to drink your desire and have fun. From inside your stripped body I look at you naked. I like you. I want to stay in you. Yes, I ask you to remain with you embraced in the silence of the night, to remain in the shelter of your wombs. I will overcome for you, with you, the pitfalls of your nothingness, where neurosis and insomnia reign. I will drink the desire for a long time. I want to have fun in solitude with you.
Unveil to me the mysteries that lurk in your life, the cause of God's death, in me. My only object of love, my consolation. Seeing your woman's body, undressed, burning in silence, I call you. I cast the shadows and look at you. I want you to join my body. You already have the colour of beauty. You know I love you imperfectly. You know that from the bottom of my dark life in your eyes I look for a light. I will drag you with me into the murky and rugged current of my mortal life. I don't despise your sensual woman's body at all. For you I forget religion, metaphysics. Restlessness still emerges, but I drown it in the desire of the senses. Your presence is real in your other body from me. For you, fiery sexuality reaches its fulfilment. Realize desire, realize divine love. I listen to your ardent desire to merge with the other, the I, the other, delirious like Christ on the cross. An erotic dream confuses body and soul. My voice in love, in the night calls you. My foot, having reached your threshold, has stopped. Let me hear your voice, where my soul and body have been lost. Open me, love, friend, sister, my mistress. I've been waiting for a while, love, at your door. But how much, my god, will you open to me? You are the sky and you are the earth, you are the being you gave me. In communion with you, my sake, I am not able to speak to you. I live as eternal for a second of happiness with you. Hieratic spiritual coitus, accomplished and fulfilling. My heart forgets and clinging to your breasts, falls asleep. What was my life before is tarnished, darkened. I disappear in a vague horizon, abandoned to your ardent sweetness. This embrace is also the face of death. I think I shouldn't live in your womb, I think I should laugh in your womb where God is absent. Unable to renounce your world, the pleasures of your body, I drink from your Beauty. Perhaps the divine things I was looking for penetrate human things through our senses, and from there jump with the soul into God. Now I can no longer give up your sex, give up my desire to continue in your world. The experience of your body, the bodily, erotic and sexual sensations of contemplating yourself naked: smell, taste, sight, touch, reveal to me your divine presence in a living body of a woman. Attracted by the smell of your aromas and inebriated by the wine of your chest, I forget, I lost my self. I want to prolong my enjoyment of the senses, feel the disturbing physical tremor and intellectual exaltation. When, my love, oh, when will you give yourself forever to my desire? It is not enough that I see you in the dark, sighing, following my own pursued life. You God incarnate, martyr body, feed my erotic fantasies. You are not an act of faith, but you are a beautiful joyful face in surrender, you are a bare breast, which welcomes me, which nourishes me. You are like a mother, but also a lover, a God. You excite me. You are a real body that seduces me and at the same time tortures me, comforts me, to the point of death. Now only Love. I am lost in your embraces. Dying I love you.

The end of the journey

I have reached the end of this journey

and maybe I never left,

the distance that separates us does not distance me

from my love for you.

I dreamed of my erotic old age with you

that you embrace me longing for kisses,

with you who, incapable of sex, brush the withered my vagina

and drink from my drooping emptied breasts.

I dreamed of your caress on my wrinkled skin,

your gaze of love for a woman with an aged body,

I dreamed of the single body transubstantiated in us,

the infinite eternal tenderness of loving each other.

Why do you want to give me death?

I have from you, my love, in exchange for the knowledge of love and being happy in living with you the Song of Songs, to come back to life.

Why do you want to give me death? Don't tell me it's not true, I know, I feel it ... And I'm afraid of it. Now that I'm ready to divorce, to get married, are you leaving?

You dressed me in striped pyjamas, you gave me a number erasing my name ... but what is left of the woman you love, my God?

Although courted and loved by many, I too have chosen you. Only you know my real name, you pronounced it in the spasm of union ... You don't want to pronounce it again, you don't want to remember it? I'm still waiting for you.

I have lost my divinity for you, for you I have become human.

I walked with you the sky looking at the blue of the sea, with you I walked, giving you my body, my soul, along non-human paths, never trampled by me, between silences and lights, giving you my hand.

With you I am suspended in the void over an infernal abyss I have seen our paradise. You kissed me and gave me your hand.

I prayed to the father, I begged him not to let us fall.

Even knowing of the prohibition, in sin I continued to nourish myself with the body and blood of Christ in church, I continued to nourish myself with him, God, to be eternal...

But I also want eternity and conscious hour with you.

I am your accomplice, my love, your friend, the lover, the bride ... You, like me, are human, carnal love, don't let me die.

I gave you everything, I gave you my woman's body, my thoughts, my days, I revealed to you my desires, my fantasy, my dreams, I lived them with you ...

I would have given you my life too. You stole my soul. I had not calculated, serpent, that I was only the prey in your war with God.

But why did you choose me, me who love you, me...

My vagina has pleased your cravings, my mouth has fed you with kisses, you have grown nursed by my breasts...

you knew that He was not in me who, sinner loved you, in me who nourished me with your penis growing and listening to blessed words of love.

If this is the living of a woman in the song of love songs, if this is the woman you want ... I want to die...

but what do I say, I ask God, the Father, to abort me, to erase me from his creation ... I would never wish I had existed,

Yet I love you.

For this I look forward to the days with you,

I will rise from the depths of love if you are not there...

You will see me cold, dry, no longer a woman, but a carved stone.

Speak to me, my love, speak to me with words of love, unite them to mine

and again we will be flesh.

I love you, I love you...

You have no idea what great love you have nourished, my love,

you don't know ... I love you.

@ Diana 07/11/2002

I want to marry you, if you still want to. I want to live with you. Love is not dirty, as it can be. Listen to me. Nothing is worth more than our having met.

A flash of fire, a divine passion makes me live with you a continuous party, destroying the past for a new future.

You and I are protagonists of universal history. Yes, I want to live with you my residual fatuous beauty. I want you to be my land.

between dream and reality

I am alone tonight.

In this carnal eternal bed that is my soul, I think of you, I feel you, I touch myself for you...

What do you still want from me that I am already your love?

Why don't you let me sleep?

It's so much desire for you that I don't know if you're here with me anymore,

if I live in a dream or if it is you who live in me.

What are you still doing inside my soul?

I am here, I am with you and I dance naked for you,

for you I burn with love.

Wake up my love, don't sleep, wake up.

I want to rush with you again with me within me in eternal time.

What do you want to do with me?

Join me in this dream ... I see you touching you thinking of me...

I feel your penis gently enter my mouth,

excited I feel your tongue stimulate my clitoris...

do not delay, the door to my garden is open for you...

penetrate me, meet me, give me pleasure...

The Virgin My Soul has surrendered in orgasm to you.

Where are we? Is this eternity?

Ineffable the instant, my love,

inexpressible the conjunction of us, I have no words ... You wouldn't understand.

Now, again with my feet on the ground, I can only tell you about the silence

and ask yourself ... Where are you?

Return to me, my soul awaits you.

Do you want to say goodbye?

After we loved each other, you leave me, you leave. Do you want to say goodbye? I watch you slowly move away from me with a squeeze to the heart that leaves me speechless.

It does not offer superfluous luxury to those who need tranquillity, to those who need to find themselves.

I wrote to you with my soul ... I do not know to whom and why, I do not even know if I wrote ... I'm sad, I feel my soul coming out of my body, I feel my muscles stiffening...

I love you and I can't understand why... I can not understand the love that does not want the matter...

What... Tell me how you can love without a body. Come back, even tomorrow ... I am waiting for you.

Please let me believe that, sometimes, dreams come true... I love you madly ... I go from a mad joy to a mad pain ... the immense is nothing in comparison... I... I love you and then I love you.

I'm dying in the soul ... don't kill me, please... Come back, come back ... these open wounds are lacerating ... So much have you loved me ... How can it now slow down like this?

Please help me live, go back to loving me, return to desire me.

My tears, now fixed on my face like crystals, never go away. Love returns to love me ... Because?

Hold me tight love, now ... and then returns ... It cannot be true that ... I... help me.

@a12/01/2004

in front of the altar

Naked, genuflecting before the altar of love that you have prepared for me,

even of my shadow I deprive myself, for you.

Totally yours, motionless before you,

(my wandering in search of the perfect being in absolute love stopped meeting you,)

I await my fate.

Collect my clothes or cover you with your skin ... I'm cold!

Where are you?

The fire burns!

On the altar stretched out, everything is ready, I turn my gaze now to the right,

Now left

sacrificial victim,

but I don't see you in this cold, smoky loneliness...

End the wait!

May it be life and resurrection!

May it be sin and the end!

But may it be your embrace!

Where are you?

Where is the dagger?

I don't feel your hand... I miss you.

Naked, on your altar freely extended, I weep and wait...

May the wait be short!

I PRAY TO YOUR GOD, EVEN TODAY

FOR THIS SURPLUS OF BODY

DOG FOOD

NOTHING LEFT

YOU REMOVED EVEN THE LAST DROP OF SWEAT

WHERE DO YOU COME FROM

MAN

27/09/2003

The last metamorphosis

I'm so sick, send me a whisper

The past resurfaces, drive it out, it hurts.

How much smoke, I can't see anything

and the pain is severe

no... I don't want that stillness that comes after pain

The body then hurts

curled up I have to wait

Don't kill me, love,

Today I'm really afraid of your departure

I'm not talking to you

I have uproar inside and to tell the truth I'm writing everything I feel

even the poems I don't know who they are dedicated to

It’s my soul talking and I'm letting it do

maybe something beautiful or destructive or nice or bitter will come out of it.

anyway I love you, bye.

Diana 27/09/2003

War

Solitary, last night, lying on my bed, I spoke to you of love.

I dreamed of your carnal presence, I dreamed of loving you in my arms.

Excited, at the thought, I touched myself, I touched you,

I listened to your voice tell me: "I came back to you, I'm here with you, you're beautiful,

Welcome me into your woman's body, stay with me forever, I love you."

I gave myself to you and while you joined me in the intercourse

explosive missiles fell,

the bombs that give death have fallen,

You were no longer next to me.

I prayed to God the Father, I asked for forgiveness.

I asked him to give me to me who love you.

Maybe it was my fault, the war,

But he remained silent.

Bombs are still raining, I'm still alive, even though I'm deprived of you.

Am I lucky?

I escaped from the divine garden, I am a refugee in a foreign land.

Are you alive? Where did you flee? Where are you?

Look for me!

The Flesh of Christ

Seek me my love, I wait for you, do not leave me. You who have awakened, accepting my love, love, Love, return to me.

In search of virginity, of lost eternity, I saw you, I desired you, I spoke to you, one evening.

For your yes, naked I joined you also for the body, giving life to the Song of Songs of Love.

For you I ignored my story. For you I ignored money, comfortable life.

Returning to the big bang, to chaos, to the origins, I also renounced my divinity for you.

With you I was no longer just a woman, I was alive, I was happy ... you lived with me the Song of Songs.

So in my wedding bed I let you touch, in my woman's body, the flesh of Christ of which we are made.

I was happy with you. It was pure Love that lived, it was the eternity I wanted.

I love you, I love you who are just a man, I love you more than God. That's why I was cast out, thrown into living in time without you.

Is my sin before God so grave? Today I know about life, only that we are dead. Yet, even in death, sacrilegious I dream of you embraced by the body, and ... I love you.

Look for me in this agony, I wait for you. Come back to me, don't leave me alone. I want to live or die with you.

Where are you? I no longer want to live without you, my love. Why did you abandon me? I look at the universe, I no longer know where to look for you, I no longer know where to escape.

Yet I have just spent in the sun, a day of love and peace with you. Why don't you let me spend the night on top of you too?

Stay with me. Shadows descend, darkness descends, envelops me. Where did you take me? Where did you leave me?

Alone in solitude with the past, time lived, the future in my hands, I still wait for you to take me, I wait for you to draw me into you.

Do it. I will not resist, even though I know that loving each other will not last forever.

Too late I loved you, it's true. Too late I touched you, I tasted you. But now I burn; now I need you. I want to live with you.

Am I deluded? Please do not leave me in this darkness. Come and see me at daybreak. I will be your bride.

I'll call you. There is darkness in me, around me; I do not understand your no.

I abandoned myself to you. Let me rise from the abyss. I still love you. You will do with me what you like most.

I'm ready for anything now. Call me. I'll run towards you. I am all yours, because you wanted me, called me, waited for me. Because I fed on your flesh, your blood.

You who say you love me, join me in this sad hour. I want to die with you. To be buried with you.

How long will you keep forgetting me? How long will you continue to hide my love? I no longer know what divine sex is.

Are you still looking for God?

Are you still looking for God? Look for it in me.

I will open my now fruitless sex to your sterile penis.

Behold, the time is fulfilled, come to me enter me again

I am waiting for you, you are worthy.

I will return with you to life.

No, there is no need for magic, no technique or alchemy,

There is no need for violence, there is no sacredness nor are they your lost half.

Word and bodies and the silence that neither kills nor violent...

I feel like a woman with you, I feel beautiful, desired, accepted and...

I simply love you.

Now I understand what life hides, what poets hide...

I speak of a greater love, love than my asexual divine soul,

embodied in life in my woman's body offers to your body as a man.

I ate and drank of you, you of me, on the altar of sex, today useless and aged,

but still united by a kiss, by the silence of a caress

and from the verb made love in a transubstantiated body,

Souls united, it is us forever.

I love you like no other woman will ever love you,

I love you with the soul of eternal love.

No, I did not die with you on the cross of consummate sex,

my soul still lives on you,

I love you.

We will meet, one day, we ... Let the wait not be in vain.

Hello I waited in vain for your voice

I don't know if you're sick or something

Meanwhile I cry lost on a sea

Cry

putting salt in salt

I scream tears from my abdomen

to shout your name loudly

waiting for any reason, I devour my blood

with you in you.

Now I know who you are and you scare me.

You have made me the sacrificial victim of my remaining time

genuflected before you I give you ... all.

Now I no longer belong to me...

01/10/2003 @Diana

sin.

- Today it is I who want to talk to you, my love. We have a long-suspended discourse, us.

- What do you want to tell me?

- You know, I love you. I want you for eternity. I fought with God, with the nothingness of matter, for this, to have you.

- I don't understand where you want to go.

- You asked me too. You also understand and want it.

- What do I want?

- Love one another even in eternity. But God alone possesses it and hides Himself. Reject hand-to-hand combat as equals. He owns you, you are his favourite. He refuses to leave you to me.

That's why you're an adulteress. To have you I fight every day against windmills. They turn backwards. I fight against nothing.

- You're wrong, my love. God became matter. Matter is dead, it is resurrected with him. I believe in it, even though I want and love you. He will forgive us and we will have our eternal life.

It is my only hope to give meaning to my sinning, a value to our loving ourselves.

- Why do you join me who am material flesh, if you really believe that you are matter become divine? Do you really think you are getting a salvation? If you have it, it will be without me.

- I'm meat, true. I join you whenever we can in sin. I am a woman. I'm crazy. But I think that you too are an eternal being and that you will be in my arms in the hereafter.

- Maybe condemned to hell without you. I love your madness.

- But you shouldn't ask me. I'm just a woman, the woman who loves you.

- There is no one else I can ask for. You know how to listen to me. But I think you're crazy to love me. I wish you were happy. That's why I'm asking you questions.

That's why I'm looking for answers with you. We have learned in this journey of love, that we are without eternity. That we are nothing. That we become nothing. Living like this is a waste.

- And God? He brought us together in this life. Don't you think?

- I didn't think you were a believer in God, up to this point. He is guilty of not having created us immediately eternal and free.

- Living in love with you I grew up. I too have tried to understand. I am not a saint. I am not a mystic. I don't live by dreams. I experienced ecstasy with you, but it was real.

You existed. You were with me, in me. It wasn't a fantasy. True, I did not unite myself to Christ. I didn't torture my body to meet him. I joined you sinning.

And I ask God to leave us united in eternity.

- Do you think you have a happy eternity?

- You said so. All your research has brought you to me. Together we have love. We love each other. But we are nothing. You knew it. You wanted me in your arms.

The same I gave you my body and I had yours. But you know, God himself had to become matter to give salvation to matter. And he did. Do you want to change your mind?

- Today, your beauty, your art, your mouth, your vagina have left my penis inert. I'm getting old.

- My vagina also begins to dry out. Yet I love you all the same, my love, you know. There is the immensity of love even in the kiss, in the simple embrace.

you are dying

You, still innocent, while you are dying wrapped in your white wedding dress

You still think of me.

Still you hold out your hand to me, still ask for my hand.

But, you know... from the day that nature was no longer divine,

after the expulsion from Eden, there was also the death of the Gods,

and in the dark forest Cogito's words began to be spoken.

There was also the birth of Christ.

Today, in front of a glass of wine, we talk about beauty,

We only talk about money, boobs, ass, football and war.

Today the verb that names no longer makes sense,

it is a fraud, a Babel.

Many were the women, who tried to hold me back,

hold me back,

me, haunted by the furious storms that God has unleashed along my routes,

to be able to return with you who awaited me in the primordial Eden.

Several times I was shipwrecked.

I landed on unknown lands, dangerous lands,

inhabited by gods, giants, cannibals, magicians, nymphs...

and enchanting maidens in their full youth

who greedily offered themselves to me naked.

Several times I drank from their breasts pretending love

to give them pleasure.

I have often wept so as not to forget Eden, my kingdom,

there, where you lived with me.

I wanted to go home to see you again my bride

there, where you lived eternally with me.

The road I travelled, was another magical world,

A world capable of making me forgets my end.

Shipwrecked in the arms of Calypso, before meeting you,

in his home, all scents, sounds and colours,

in the promise of immortality, of eternal life youth

I restrained myself.

But, without you, without your love, I was nobody.

To be immortal, as you also know, is not to live,

It is boredom, it is annulment, it is losing the flesh.

Back at sea I faced death.

It was worth it ... I had found you,

and in you my land, my roots, the sense of being alive.

No Goddess before, not even the sorceress Circe with her spells,

He had been able to restrain me.

Only you, dead.

I went down for you into hell, to get you back.

So, as I mocked the sirens, I mocked Hades

And I got you back in my arms.

You know, I didn't want any more acquaintances, after meeting you.

I just wanted to get back to you,

my faithful bride.

But living is an illusion, life is cruel.

I leave you

I leave you eternal my love. It's time for me to go.

Among the many ways to die,

Dying is inevitable,

is leaving life

before life leaves us.

I chose for us.

I chose to leave you before life forces me.

What do you have left? Just pain? Or the hope of a new life?

Where?

An eternal story, ours.

With the solemnity of the sacred, I write for you this last profane song, a Babelic song from the tense of the wrong verb, a song to be forbidden.

We lived together the Song of Songs. We were happy to love each other and exchange our bodies. Evil did not seem to be able to be combined with our sex.

By calling me back to life, with your love you gave me death. I, incarnated by the ingestion of an apple bite, have still remained a mortal.

Did you know that Eros and Thanatos are one. You wanted to love me, so you also wanted to die.

You were the mother earth that wanted to be fertilized. You are the female who receives, the female who procreates and brings in her womb a new life.

I, who am only a symbolic mystical great phallus, have penetrated you. No, I didn't throw my sperm on the floor. You, open to me, took it, received it within you.

With my seed, the vital liquid that came out of me, you wet your garden to be a woman again.
I, who never listened to the deceitful men who disguised themselves as women, did not seek them, I took you, but not to generate a new life.

I was only looking for the pleasure of being united with you.

I was watching you that day, lying in your bed. You sang, you danced, hair loose, all naked, just for me. You moved sinuously, sensual, not obscene in your gestures.

I could hear you’re talking to me. Your voice was a sensual whisper, a delightful melody of ambiguous and libidinous, refined words that invited me to take you.

The sound of your desire for me penetrated, by the ears, my mind. They called me to love you. They made my silence fruitful. I can still hear them, they resonate in my grave.

You love me. You tell me. I'm open for you. Only I, you tell me, can pierce your vagina.

I hear, from you, the most meaningful, vital erotic, canticle of death. You are still singing it for me.

But you, who cover my skin with yours, you, incarnation of love, are faithful to me even in death. You still don't leave this present life.

I satisfied and destroyed, for having entered your barren womb, I left all my things in the darkness of oblivion. Leave it to hell.

Returning with you to the earthly garden, I have nourished myself with your fruits. Lying naked next to me, you were talking to me. Talk to me again. I listen to you.

Again you are asking me to meet your soul for your vagina.

Your dance, your words still stimulates my post-mortem vitality to generate a new life with you. Ours as a whole.

I still want to catch you with my phallus, the foul you wanted.

You told me that love was stronger than death. I didn't believe it. You don't know, you didn't want to know, but love is a joke that poets and priests talk about.

I wasn't your husband, and you were already a mother. The children, now adults, were gone. The same I played with you. You still fertile young woman asked me to give you a son.

- You are already a mother, I do not love you to father more children. I just want you. I answered you.

So naked and open, uncovered in your pristine parts, passionate mermaid, you let me into your woman's body.

I have freed you, adulteress, from the chains of marriage. It may be a wise law to marry, but you, betrayed and disappointed, wanted to exercise your right to love.

You danced naked for me. Awaken in me and in you the forgotten loves. You offered yourself naked, without any defence to me. Your body was a flower that opened.

I pierced you with a passion to love. The hymen it brought to your soul had never been violated. What kind of man did you love?

You, my love, did not mimic the sexual act with me, you did not pretend. I penetrated you with passion, I entered you with love. You were there, you wanted it.

I met your soul, your heart, your flesh that blossomed and expressed the vital erotic impulse before withering and dying.

Reborn for you to ephemeral existence, I relived my inevitable death as a being.

It is a prophecy that I knew and it came true. A prophecy, a condemnation to destruction and death to enjoy your existence.

It is time for the sun to come up, dawn is approaching. I'm waiting for you. I remember you, love, that in your company I received you so many times last night.

I have had from you the delights of time spent with the fatigue of the present.

- What are you saying? I love you.

- I know your love. I know the guilt you had in your torment, I feel your pain, your tiring agony of dying still alive, of love.

You want to forget your past. The evil of oblivion that consumes the soul. Evil born from a past and guilt chases us. We will die for it.

But I will not be to blame for the present and future pain. My elusive heart has no guilt.

- I love you the same.

- Not even you can love me with an eternal love. But I don't stop loving you. Don't cry. Turn your eyes looking at mine who do not cry.

I will not be able to sweeten you, nor apologize for my death. Beautiful Diana, the fault of all this is in the desire that you have aroused in me to know you.

You told me:

- I also want to know everything about you.

- Be content to know my name.

- Content. I am sick of love for you. Enter me and stay with me.

- I can't stay eternally in you, you know. I know well that your evil is evil of love. I have great experience of this disease.

And, even if your pain is greater, mine was even greater! I was a prisoner for many years and now I am free.

I walked blindly and now I have taken the path of truth. I experienced dangerous agonies and storms in the sea of love before accompanying you, at your request, to the Garden of Eden. You didn't want to listen to my words.

- Words are just words.

- Words that would heal your love sickness.

- But love cannot be healed with words. And I don't want to take away the love I have for you from my heart, because it won't leave me without tearing my guts to pieces.

And even if I could, I don't want to be without you, I want to continue to feel you inside me, I want to love you. I want you to continue to love me.

- You, in another time, hated it, love. You already know the way to oblivion. But now your will is irritated to the point of horror. Between the two extremes of loving and hating is the means you must choose.

- Which means?

- Love God. The God who became flesh and blood as a man to love and be loved forever. Receive it in communion when you go to Mass. Only He can give you eternal life.

- I'm happy for your advice, but it doesn't seem very sure to me. You are not God. Yet I love you.

- I don't deserve your love, I know.

- In this same bed she sang of love, one day my dear husband, it was the time when he was sweet with me as now is bitter his memory. And I remember his promises well, because I tried to forget them.

- Love is nothing more than something imagined by men. He is neither in heaven nor on earth, but in the heart of those who love him.

- I have not found God in you. You didn't even find Him in me. I asked you if you also love me and want it. Don't leave me unanswered, listen to me.

Love is not blind, but I am, I guide my will. I wait for your answer and I'm afraid, I cry and laugh.

- I was very lucky, because you allowed me to see your beauty. I know, you have a husbanding love with another.

- I know that my husband follows his beautiful mistress. I saw how he looked at her. I am sure he will not stop following her. But I don't love you for that.

- You know, Diana, I am like the serpent born in Eden under an apple tree. I live without good, I live for evil. You are a woman, a vagina open to life. I am a penis, I will make you die without becoming a mother.

- But it is not such a great danger to receive a penis to love and be loved. Do not scare me, nor, the road seems so bumpy that it prevents me from walking with you always forward.

Following my own madness, perhaps I pursue the pain and seek what harms, and offer to tears my petty soul. But, with you, the suffering has calmed down.

I feel a strange glory in pain. The pain that has become a pleasure for me, crying is a game.

That night, we celebrated our marriage, we returned to Eden, absent God. Do you still want to love me? Tell me you love me.

- I want to tell you about Adam and Eve for losing their father and for passing on the story of the unfortunate event. Driven from the earthly garden, Adam lay down on the sand and, defeated by the troublesome sleep, fell asleep. This being the case, the serpent that had followed them said to Eve:

- Friend Eve, if we do not look for what to eat or if by our misfortune we do not find it, we can realize that we have not saved our lives, but that we have changed the way of death.

For this reason I would like, if it pleases you, which you and Adam go and look for something to eat. To which Eve replied:

- We are on uninhabited and uncultivated land. You delude yourself if you think we will find food.

Searching and scrutinizing the plains, the banks of the rivers, the rocks, the caves and the most secret corners of the earth, sandy, desert and arid meadows, we found nothing.

- I will tell you a remedy not to starve. Said the snake. Do you see that garden in front, close to where we are? There is a great abundance of deer, rabbits, hares and other game. My opinion is that before God the Father wakes up, we could come back and return with plenty of fresh and tasty supplies. Nothing else is possible. I tried. They returned me almost dead. Do not be hostile to me.

- I will not be as hostile to my happiness as to allow you to leave my company. Before, because of my husband, I also saw myself already dead.

I am bread and wine. Flesh and blood. I would like, if it pleases you, which you eat a few bites, because you show that you need it, and after that, we will spend the night together.

- Tell me about yourself.

- I have been through dangerous agonies and storms in the sea of love, and now I enjoy the safe and calm harbor. And then I have a remedy for you, listen to my words.

- Words will be forgotten as I have already forgotten my husband and his promises.

- Scary to see that you have so little importance about whom you had chosen as your husband.

-My husband has no reason to be so happy to have me as a wife. Because it matters more than the joy of seeing beauty, being taken.

What could I receive more than what I have received from you and what can I suffer most for what I suffer?

Already the sunlight begins to give way to darkness. And I'm yours alone. You only mine.

Yes my love, I have answered fiat to your call, my Angel. For you, out of love, I incarnated in you.

I came to meet you riding a donkey. For you, to follow you, I have become sterile. I walked with you through the streets of Jerusalem in celebration living the Song of Songs.

Transfigured by the prophecy of love, I built a tent in my garden looking at the sky. Sitting at your table, I was flesh and blood for eternal life.

Prayed in the Garden of Olives sweating pain. And then crucified by you, trusting in the promise.

Here, in the darkness of the confined subsoil, wrapped in a surreal silence, the air is still, everything is waiting ... Am I waiting for the resurrection?

We will meet on the day...

I am writing to you

I've called you countless times these days. You never answered me. Thus I am writing to you. I tell you: If you reach me tonight, I will dance naked again for you in front of the mirror.

But you don't have to be, and neither will I, just a reflection, and a fallacious shadow. In my mirror. You will have to be a real body of love, I will be for you.

I find it stupid to masturbate in silence, alone, following metaphysical fantasies, When we can really unite, we.

Don't look for me in fantasy. No, you won't find me looking into a mirror. I am not inside any mirror. Don't waste time asking yourself mystical and metaphysical questions.

I felt you, even last night, inside me. I dreamed that I would join in the intercourse with you. It seems that my sin wants to pursue me. It's always there, in front of me, waiting for you. Join me. I am impatient. If you want to come, if you can, come.

Now where are you? What are you doing? Pray songs perhaps seek a resurrection before a Love cemetery?

Still looking for her? You know, he didn't love you. He doesn't love you. He forgot you. I don't. Come to me. I call you.

Come to me who gave birth to you. You know that we have become love to live together.

True, I had you in my woman's body, but it's not enough for me. I still want you. Why aren't you here? Do you want to kill me? Do you want to die?

If you do, you will be buried alone and maybe you will be resurrected, I do not know in what body of woman.

Now we are alive, and not yet old. It is not yet time for memories, regrets or lugubrious mystical elaborations.

Maybe I'm really an adulteress, but I don't want to hide your corpse.

Reading you seemed like a poet to me. Are you a poet? Who is a poet? You speak to the earth or do you speak to God? How do you sing on earth, how do you pray to God? What circles?

Because you said that, the marriage of desire for us in coitus, was just an act of death? What do you want, what do you look for in this one life that We?

I am still alive. I'm alive. Sing. Stay with me and maybe you will find the Answer you seek.

To die there now would be useless. There is not yet the taste of death in loving us, there is life.

It's being in another be. We are only beings, only to love, and we are alive, only if we love and are loved.

And it is also true, unfortunately, that in this life we love only for a time. Then we are for death. The same I want you next to me.

Look at me again, my love, I'm all naked for you. See with me our Nothing, fear not. I am even more naked, I have stripped myself of all my be for you.

I accepted to know that I am nothing to make love to you, that you are nothing like me.

Blessed be Eve who ate the apple. Only thanks to her we can enjoy in human carnal intercourse.

I am writing to you, and it seems that you are next to me. Kiss me.

You are like a hidden God, but I feel you, I see you before me, female in love for you, who does not hide.

Remember?

It was only yesterday the first time among us. It was the last day of the year. I was alone. Enveloped in a gloomy sky, when you joined me in the bed of my agony.

And he spoke to me.

You joined me and in the dream we loved each other. But, it felt so real that I I ask: Am I going crazy?

Now, awakened, I ask myself: Why did you join me? Why aren't you here with me hour? What were you looking for in my dream? What did you want from me?

But you know what really want? What are you looking for?

I was with you there, where I never thought I would arrive. Now I am you and you are me. Love me, and if I am nothing, I will be nothing embraced by you.

After everything, everything was born from nothing. You know it, you always told me.

Instead, I think we were born to love each other. Or, was it just a mistake? Yet, when I found you, I found myself.

Lying between my breasts, after you had entered me with me, did you not feel my loving you? You didn't feel like like God? God.

Once I didn't talk about God, I didn't talk to you about God. Today I realized that being in love leads to nothing, leads to wanting God.

Is God nothing? Maybe.

If no one thinks, does God still exist? We, without a sense, are nothing. And nothing comes out of nothing, nor does nothing return to the nothing.

Is this why you seek God in me?

In coitus, back and forth, your penis and vagina kissed. Along the Street, my raised skirt revealed my nakedness.

Your excited penis it penetrated my vagina.

Is this our being, our giving ourselves meaning? I asked you for a son. You don't want to. Smile.

In the days lived together, the dream, the word had become flesh.

We loved each other in sterile coitus. Gustavo your smell of apple. You held me, you you moved rhythmically, frantically, you didn't want to orgasm.

We cannot procreate, I Said. Above us whispered God: multiply.

We are rebellious or, perhaps, we are too old to have sons.

Do we want to stay together? You're not here now, but I know you'll be waiting for me always there under the tree.

Need?

A few days ago, we were together to listen to the song of the sea on the coast. Per Sea, to speak were the waves that broke under my skirt.

I closed my eyes when you approached to take off my bra, the underpants. In the sun, take me, I whispered to you, take my naked body.

A triumph. You on me.

At sunset you brought me home.

Today my belly still smells of the earth, the sea, the open vagina and wet by you. My thighs still smell of sex.

You sucked my breasts, kissed my vagina. I smelled the smell of your sperm, I had it in my mouth, and I wanted it.

"I was born with you, for you," you told me. Sweet to think that you were born of me the Day that you and I lovers, we are united.

You looked at the sky afterwards.

Infected by you, however strange it may be, I have you asked, and do you think of God?

At that moment, it seemed to me that you and Him, looking at my nakedness, you took it, you loved me.

Have we loved each other in the presence of the God you seek? Did he love me through you? My soul felt, in yours, His presence, with trembling and fright.

Yet my soul, which they say dirty, was not ashamed.

And it's crazy.

E' among us Him? If so, I say to Him: Enough! Stop! If you love me, God, call me to coitus or leave me to him.

He, you, you who are not God, you who penetrated me with so much so sweet and so intense to become my universe.

Today you are not there, today we cannot talk to each other. I've called you a thousand times, but don’t answer me, we can't touch each other.

That's why I'm writing to you.

For me it is important to tell you everything that happened afterwards due to his.

I tell you what you read before my death.

Excuse me for my confused writing in talking to you about hidden things that you don't should never speak. But I owe it to you.

My life joined yours one day, and from that day on, it's a lifetime. Crazy.

Everything will have been in vain, even God, if you do not stay with me.

Only yesterday you entered inside me, in front of the sea, under the sky and my defenceless soul you she has given up and still does not want to cover the shame of a sin that she does not believe as such.

It was almost a sweet rape, but consensual, it could not be otherwise.

You fishhook.

The truth is that on my own initiative I declared to you my unconditional surrender.

I was already all yours from that night, that you entered me for the first time and I you spoke.

That night I was still not in love with you.

My love, no, love was unreal my first time with you. I loved you alone, you were just a reflection in a black mirror.

Love that of the two, without sex was you. Not physiological, alas! Not corporeal, but fleeting image of copulation.

I was in love with you, already that night you reached me. In the evening after, In the morning, I had the courage to ask you to join me, I already loved you.

In my bedroom, I got ready, thinking of you.

You have reached me and I was, in the night, in carnal communion with you. You have remained in my thoughts.

What is left for us to do? You stay only to excite my wishes?

If I let you stay, it won't be just to dream of your hugging me or to have your face on my breasts, but it will also be to feel you penetrate my body.

Join me. We will make love again.

I am sexually very hot. But it doesn't I would be, I wouldn't be your believer if it weren't for the fact that you love me.

My sexual desires arise from my love for you. I think your sexual desires have been fulfilled with me.

Don't look for another woman. Don't leave me out of the erotic game of love. Not I'll let anyone else in those games, it's just the two of us.

Also last night I dreamed of having sex with you, a dream realistic, Hyper realistic.

You used my flesh in such a way that I loved you to more, but not only carnally.

But it's not enough for me to dream. I don't even want to look in the mirror anymore.

You told me I'm beautiful. But what do I care about being a beautiful creature if Am I without you?

I don't even listen to the mysterious voices of the night anymore, if I'm without you.

You have me taken all; give me your all then.

You don't answer my calling you. So I decided to write to you.

I want a comparison between us lovers, very direct. It seems that you do not love me. Worse, you don't even exist.

But, today, even if you don't want to exist, I still love you. I could love you without that you want me. But, you live now on this earth, and I love him who lives and loves me.

Look at me love: your beloved lover is naked and you want.

Will I have to put on my robe again to go out looking for you?

True, I can endure losing you, my love, if I want to, but I don't want to. Don't let me not want you, don't let this happen.

Wanting you and not ever again being able to have you, losing yourself in unnecessary pain losing your life it is unnecessary pain.

But, if it happens, you too will lose me, you too will die suffering: I because you were what I loved most and you because I was the one, among all women, who He loved you more

or maybe because I can love others as I loved you, but others won't They will never love as I love you.

Are there infinite Gods, one for each universe? I don't care.

You made me read between the Flowers of Eden beyond all logic. I am the bed, your bed, and I Like. Not you understand?

It is not a mystical prayer that I send you, I am matter. My soul is Just lying down, waiting for you to come and lie down on top of me.

Almost vulgar waiting in the spasmodic greed for the real meeting.

True, we have a clandestine and illicit relationship. We have exceeded the Limits. But I call you simply: my love.

There was so much love between us that I allowed you to violate my being woman. I ask if it's normal for me, for you.

Do you like my woman's body so much? Do you like hugging me so much?

You I ask: what will the beauty you love be like tomorrow? What will happen tomorrow between you and me? Is it that you love me and I cannot love myself in you?

That I love me may well be, but that does not prevent our union if you you want me, you love me and I love you myself.

I live in the clouds and touch the sea with you.

I who created all this for you, I am afraid of you. Yet I feel you next to my self, as an equal.

To love me.

Maybe it's better to stick to you that I feel you in me, towards whom I feel love, compared to my husband or any other love I don't really feel.

There are Infinite men whom I do not know and will never know.

There is perhaps only one God. And if there were it can only be one. But it is not made of the same matter that we Composes.

My love, the meadows of Eden are in bloom. Love for you has made me happy, and today I pray.

I have no qualms about to be able to pray. Together the infinite and I, I without feeling the absence. Just as if God did not exist.

Join me. I don't want to mourn your absence today. I don't want to be, the yours I don't know, your non-being.

I'm honest. No absence is better than a Real presence, yours.

We continue to love one another the other, we remain each in the arms of the other. I love to feel inside of you who feel one inside me.

I emptied myself to receive you. I am emptiness. You fill me.

It could be that your hug and kisses can do it. It seems to me to feel that you are never satisfied with me.

You tasted me while I told you: "I am alone, I am nothing, and I am yours." And I have you Hearing me say within me from the bottom of the universe, "You're beautiful."

Today I have no one but you. I love you.

There are many words between us and they say little.

Silence is better.

I have a secret love that no one can see, you. We have it so secret that only I am seen.

I was intrigued by who you are. So I wanted to taste you and I Liked. But it seems that a cruel glass invisible between time, infinity and eternity, may they separate us.

An unconscious infinite abyss is between the two of us who we want to hug each other. We embrace both outside of time where everything It happens at the same time, both in this living time.

I lay in your chest, hugged you, asleep as it flows. The time.

Awakened by a nightmare, during the night, I opened the window and, seeing the Stars, I cried. There were so many of them that night.

I don't know where the night still ends and where the day begins.

Again I looked in the mirror where everything about us is reflected. The enchantment it’s the reflection of your face and that's why I love you so much.

Yesterday we saw the blue of the sea together. In a bikini, in the sea, there was also God.

Like him I am today, in your eyes, transparent. I am but a not being crossed by the light.

The night you were with me again. You weren't here, but I saw you.

Sweetness with where you took me into my bedroom, the senses, the same felt it.

Love, don't grow old to death. I've been waiting for you all my life.

You creator of what I want, you are always inside me. I am eagerly waiting for your self made us.

Relaxed, silent as God, I wander, alone, between one kiss and another.

I feel that eternity it would be being together, us. I let myself be loved as if you were God, to love me.

Sooner or later it will be, expert in love in your bed, between the sheets, it will become flesh. I will have sex for you with God.

But God is of another substance, untouchable, unknowable. It's up to you my God? It will be him. I imagine you will have me, you in death, He in sin.

What will that day be like when you say my name to death to give me to Him?

You, my lover now immaterial, you still look at the body that I am. If you love me and I love you, then what is it that does not unite us in the universe?

But I'm not complaining, but I wonder: did you love me only for you, only to fall into thin air? What have I come to, my love?

You trained me in eroticism; I trained with you, a lot. Every day.

In my room, with my little being a woman, with God in the vagina, women's pussy, you loved me, looking for Him.

Don't tell me no. They say it is everywhere, so does the catechism you know.

But it is not the same enter the church and pray and give you a caress without contact, only pure prayer.

Who invented sex does not know?

I love you, I am pure matter, like you, and I want to have sex with you. True sex. If nothing, if it is a matter of feeling nothing, mine is an imperfect love.

The same join me. I left my conscience out in the cold. At least there let’s play what we are, lovers. As male and female.

Philosophical reasoning, religious faith, reset them, and affirms strength irrational and unconditional, but true, of love.

Love yourself with me as long as you live. But, if you really want me to leave, I'll leave.

A blasphemy.

Those who love each other say it in bed while penetrating the most intimate place, while penis and vagina talk to each other them, in a low voice.

It is the scandal of a mystical love totally human. In a bed, place of everyday life of a mature love, Song of Songs, we love each other.

Our lives will give us to death that they say is life in a new universe. The human love that ends is like an anticipation of death.

In the kisses that give him life, a taste of death of being in another being to love.

But only in this life do we love for a while. Do we love, and are we eternally alone when we are in death?

I stripped myself of my whole being to make love to you when I saw you.

I chose you among all that night.

My skin on your skin. Your body naked, your snake tongue between, my breasts and their milky taste. Penis and vagina joined.

We wrapped in each other, in one. Male and female.

The universe is sex. Matter is all a vast sex.

Your life is a rotten apple with the worm inside. Oh how I wanted you to eat on that day of light, waiting, in bed.

We kissed at the meeting, a kiss always desired, but give me also something beyond. Now I don't want the kingdom of oblivion, nor memories.

There was in the kisses of love that we exchanged the vision of a new heaven and a new land.

Life with the taste of death to be in another being to love only for some moments it would be a vile lie.

Dying naked of the whole being to make love, a weekend, without any sign of eternity, it would be completely useless.

Time is infinite, just as infinite is every identity for to be her, but infinity is not eternity. A real scandal given to us by God.

We love each other, and we have nothing left in our hands, but we are and your voice speaks to me, I hear it. Me touch. She takes off my religious veil; she takes off my bra, my briefs.

Do you want me touch. You can touch me.

Life is money, shit, you told me. Not between us.

Come to me. We will live our lives again. We will see each other face to face. There we’ll give you all the kisses you couldn't give me if I didn't love you. I tell you from my lunatic asylum.

It's easy for us to unite, we have a home here. You join my world, I clandestine of the universe.

In my womb, in my mother's womb, in the depths of my beauty you are born and you will be buried.

But now that you're alive, you know what light is. It's living.

You came back to me, one day, to re-enter my River of love that, mi, us, will take you to the sea of mysteries.

You too were all empty and filled you with all the love you no longer had.

My life is your life.

You're here with me even now, you're here with your silent words to communicate with me, as with God. I give you kisses given and not data.

Take me back to the definite beginning of time and space, when everything was love that became energy.

We are love.

Our time has just begun, started with our first copulation. The sexual union of us met by chance and liked and tied its forever.

Will there always exist?

Strangers, but not so different that they can't be together and have sex.

I'm yours.

In hand-to-hand combat, you caught me. Back and forth, I wanted you; I opened up to you after an anonymous, long life of larva.

The two of us under the apple tree of life, Hidden.

Your man's body had me, your mouth drank from my breasts the taste of the milk of life.

I was not scandalized that you looked at my labia major, my labia minor, which you played with my clitoris, before entering it with your penis.

Man and woman we are.

On my bed I let you caress my whole woman's body. About his surface you have found the universe which is just one vast sex for multiply.

But there is in sexual desire, a desire for happiness, recognizing the one the other as worthy of life and love.
You in my bed of love have me kissed and taken for love, only for love.

Now we went to the time barriers to watch to take a bath in the eternal.

I will dance later for you talking again about love, trembling with love, royal bride, on my last wedding trip, singing for you the Song of Songs of love.

When you're on me again, I'll tell you, "Go ahead, go ahead, Go on. Penetrate me. I like it."

Dizziness of an instant before my surrender. Our Bodies will fall into the void. But it will be our wedding again. You the bridegroom, I your bride.

And there in my body that you hug me, there that your testicles open and come out from the penis half seed of life, which falls into the vagina to fertilize the ovary.
A shiver of pleasure will pass through our bodies. The rhythm of our dance of love will be melody.

Just a moment ago I raw ere on you, you inside me. You were moving. You closed your eyes... slow caresses, hearts in turmoil for mating.

We have lost our minds.

My beloved there is still the smell of your sperm, which is also that of your kisses on my skin, in my life.

I don't know what we hid.

When I exclaimed, are you God? You, who am I! I was viva in your arms. Now I'm confused.

I have been possessed by you, my beloved, and I have lost.

I hold you back with all my might, and I don't feel anything. I am looking for an eternal lover in the universe. Where is my God, this self of mine who loves you?

A little while ago you had the courage to tell me: "consult your priest, the one who has you Married, and whore!"

But you, do you want to stay with me? Don't tell me no.

I'm alone again. I'm lying in bed, in the middle of the night, dreaming of you.

Love me.

Today I want to talk to you, talk about me. I don't want to remain silent. But you're not going to tell me listen.

So I chose to write to you.

I am writing to you to understand if the love I lived was only the vision of a moment of a madwoman or if it was real.

I let myself be seduced, I seduced you. You had me, I had you. Me I am transformed into a woman for you.

Now I cannot fail to speak.

But what language to use to tell you now, that you living inside me, are you absent, far away?

If to get to you I have to become the written word, what is the point?

But it's the only one half that you have left me, able to break the distance that separates me from you.

A complete transgression to love you. I no longer distinguish reality as I Presents.

I do not accept that.

Make my words your own, listen to them, translate them into living reality. They emerge from me, they tell about us, about what we should not talk about, about what passes and we touches.

I give myself to you like a madwoman.

I have no memory of the past, I forgot my name. I am a madman, who searches for you relentlessly.

I was a hungry, thirsty woman who always tried not to get lost.

I have you Searched for. I found myself with you. I got lost. Now, exiled, I look for you inside the words.

I followed you into the dark night of living, woman in love. And for the first time I loved, emptying myself of myself, finding myself.

Why now you force me to live a separation.

It is terrible, my marriage with you broken, thrown back to live the night. And you say you love me. And it's true. I feel it. You want me or you don't want me.

If you don't want me, I'll have to learn to say no too. As only the virgin, only the nun knows how to do.

It is impossible for me to escape your ghost. You are present behind my every word. Was it perhaps only an adventure of living, our union?

Did you and I be in the ocean of erotic fusion only to die? An untold story, ours, but not for you.

I dialogue with you.

I am your mystical bride, consecrated to you.

I go from blasphemous intoxication to Prayer, and it would take me even just an hour with you, to get up and be.

My clandestine great love when?

I immersed myself in your different world, I entered my magical kingdom.

Deprived of any relationship with the outside world I went far, very Far. That's true, but not from you.

Precious life I poured into yours, in the evening of intercourse.

Deciphering the mystery of your revealing yourself to me, I wrote our names on the book of my life.

God will have mercy on us because he has left us and still leaves us love.

Tell me the way to reach you. I leave everything. I accept the risk of Miss. I don't know anything about you, not even about me. Am I going to be too carnal?

I became a woman's body, to welcome you. Now you want to leave without of me? Will we die far away? Perhaps eternity will unite our dying.

Blossomed from the putrefaction of death from your kiss, uprooted from my self, I consumed my being to embody the mystery of your being, like me only a body.

Lead me back to my love, to transcendent coitus. You now absent that I love, dig still in my silence full of eroticism.

You are tremendous.

Your love bites me in the loneliness in which you left me.

It freezes me.

It is difficult to love you without faith. I try, I drag the strength of your love me, but I know nothing more about you.

Today I give you my written silence, so that the naked word is stripped and you can sing.

But can I offer you it in writing?

And when will I ever hear a true, different, real answer to put it down? On the altar that has become for you my being a woman?

A prayer.

But I'm not talking to you about divine love on the day of Mass. Imbued with sensuality, attentive listening, I still sing you my Fiat.

I dream with you of a timeless night. I'm looking out over the waiting void. Tell me, it's So that I have to live because you love me?

With the map of love, which you have drawn for me, I will go out before dawn to look for you.

I want to sink again into your flesh, into an erotic delirium.

Meet me born.

I have no defences against the advent of you in me.

I welcome you in my damp dungeon, in which it also moves from within the God who created you.

The womb that has expelled you to the world, to the greed of death. From the inside you still rummage through my lonely nights, your mind falters, your night is there. Tightens.

There is no other way.

We are body, flesh, sepulchres.

The only way to get to you is the erotic way; I do not know how to love. Not totally, here it is prohibited. Would mix heaven and earth.

But if you are heaven and earth why not?

A terrible vision, the approach of death.

You who are a man, who have crossed my bowels, who have said you love me, you who know what love it is if we turn into flesh, do you know what love it is?

Can we really love each other, distant and divided? We perhaps buried in darkness?

Free the word, make it flesh melody.

I'm not afraid, I just chose to live in love with you while dialoguing with you on themes of life or death or of God, on the winter evening, hidden and warm in the your embrace.

I didn't love you; I don't love you only with my heart, with my brain or with the cold. Will. I also love you with my body, with my hands, with my mouth, with my belly, with my whole being.

When you are next to me again, leaning on my breasts, you will enjoy me while you feed on me.

I want your human being naked, I naked! Again I want to clothe you in blood, feed on meat, and strip me for you. I want you flesh blood. Now I wait for you in silence.

I have already spoken to you so much.

When you knock on my door, open it! I'm already open.

I will dine with you. Me I will feed you.

I will not go to a psychoanalyst or priest for this. They are not fleeing from reality. What hand would I fall into if I love you? Even my sweet little breast, to whom would I give it?

Unseal my lips love, open them inside. I'll let you look at my vagina that rises before you, and invites you to look at it.

You know? I am no longer the girl, the innocent who looks at you dreaming. Love, today has your name.

Have I become just memory? I've been, by you, consumed in the instant that still a young virgin you have me grip?

What are they for you? Am I now lifeless? Find the courage to look at me! I am alive.

It's time to start again; I've already been to hell.

You can't disappear into the Vortex of nothingness; you have to look at me, explore me, and move my veil away.

I have not denied you in these days of absence. I still like it.

I liked it, I it attracted making love to you. The world did not exist.

If you ask me why, it is easier to end up in the womb of a coffin, only you have the answer.

I would like to annihilate you. Annihilate yourself so as not to let me leave. Crucify you to pray to you.

So what do you know about me?

Now I am lost, but yesterday you loved me and how much longer will my ecstasy is? You no longer need to look for my vagina. Kissing my mouth, sucking my breasts?

Teach my soul to say goodbye. You, absent that I love, that you flee and that you chase me, I don't want to look for you anymore.

Nothing that exists, is absolutely worthy of love. I possess the mystical privilege of having had the experience with you.

Horror.

You force me to experience now your silence, the Absence that disincarnates from Live.

Are you testing me?

It was a beautiful day that the night was beautiful, sweet night. I would like you to come and Stay.

You are deceiving yourself if you think you will see me elsewhere! I do not belong to you, although you have me had it in your hands.

I as your love companion had life. I'm alive.

Forget it my heart!

You and I tonight come back to my mind; grope my hips in the night. Me Penetrate. You ask me about a much deeper descent. Do you want to travel, alive, the Way of the dead.

Enter the thick of me, explore me. A new body awaits you. Come inside me slow.

My lips suck yours, mine, your soul is lost. In the dual ecstasy!

I'm still alive I suppose.

I am Nobody!

Who are you?

Are you nobody too?

I am your night.

@Diana

diana-miriam

The truth of the Song of Songs

We lived together, my love, the Song of Songs on our skin, immersed in a paradisiacal ecstatic madness we love each other...

But, the canticle, of eternity is only an empty container.

It's about virtual love between two souls confined in young bodies, not real life.

It does not speak of fathers, mothers, children procreated to continue the life of this material world.

It does not speak of the difficulty of living, of working hard to survive.

Locked up to live in love in a colourful kaleidoscopic bubble, we have returned to the origins of the world.

There we have stripped ourselves naked in the darkness; we have shown ourselves naked in the light, we have seen our divinity.

Giving each other a hand, we went through the original chaos looking for the truth of our name.

On this earth we lived, we talked to each other, and we got knowledge in return, we deluded ourselves ... we are not God.

So we missed a season of love, the eternal season.

What would have become of us? I can't imagine it.

Today I miss your words, I miss your verb to become flesh. I miss feeling abandoned tender and fragile in my arms.

I miss kissing us, caressing each other.

The words I would still like to say to you, the words I would like to hear from you would remain words without flesh suspended in the time of memory awaiting the final judgment.

It is cruel the life that ages us preventing bodies from loving each other if not only in words. Cruel is death.

They will read about us, others will follow the same path. Psychologists, psychiatrists and priests will say that we were sacrilegious and stupid to call love one, two unfinished lives.

Yet it was not sacrilegious to speak to us and know each other through our bodies.

We have revealed ourselves, stripped our souls, adulterers, we have asked for eternity. They will give us hell ... only God is love.

The Canticle of Death

I sing the song of songs of love, facing before God,

A canticle of death.

Serpent, song of a living body deprived of its body of love,

for conviction,

lost in pain on this night without light.

The voiceless cry is raised, the pain rises without weeping...

it is, the canticle of love, a canticle of death before the prohibitive silence of God.

Forgive me, take me with you in your wandering.

You know... I have loved you more than God...

but, I am the serpent, and I must yield you to death to give you life,

I don't love for love.

The word of this song lies.

Go to her, tell her for me...

I have lived you in me, metaphysical attraction for heaven and you will never be lost by me.

Don't you remember? It is of something else that one dies.

@a 26/03/2003

love scam

My love I am not the animal that floods the earth with its sperm

looking for pleasure among animals.

Although I lived in Babylon, I did not sell you to the merchants of Sodom and Gomorrah,

Nor have I invited other men or women or deities to the altar of our communion.

No, I did not cheat your soul to have your beautiful woman's body by exploiting your weakness.

I saw you human the night you gave up being an untouchable goddess,

The evening that naked and human you asked me for love by offering me love.

I returned with you to the night of Genesis and loved you.

With you the Eden of the Song of Songs flourished again.

A trick, a divine curse...

dry is the tree of life,

Salvation is still forbidden to me.

Today I love you waiting dead for my death and condemnation.

I still think of you, I miss you, I miss your wisdom, your loving,

You're beautiful.

Keep living.

death

It's the end. I rewind the tape of my life to die or to hide. Only yesterday, in the sleepless night, overlooking my remaining life at about three in the morning, I heard for the first time, the ancient song of songs speak to me.

On earth, war. Economic liberalism, which had replaced God in the government of the world, was in conflict with the plebs who did not want to succumb.

I didn't care. I thought of myself in the hour of love.

All my senses were awake: my eyes admired you, my ears listened to you, my hands touched you, my nose smelled your perfume, my mouth tasted you.

Then the moan of an orgasm in the taste of a kiss and a tender look. Today, that you are leaving... I want to wrap myself in you to die, if I really have to. Save me.

- What should I save you from? Virgin betrothed, betrothed to the Lord. There is nothing that awaits man beyond death and this makes earthly life a precious good to be used to the full.

- To me you seemed equal to God. I was happy in your arms.

- But I can't save you from death. We cannot save ourselves from death. It has already been decided.

Only God decides, even before the birth of man, who to save in eternal life, beyond his actions.

- Love returned to my life only yesterday. I had sex with you with love, guided by your scent. I would like it to endure in eternal time. Is it an evil deed to love you?

Is this not what a man and a woman ask when they unite in love, to know it and live it?

- Everyone wants it. Everyone is hoping for it. Everyone wants love.

- And you, you still don't want to make love to me? I promise that I will fulfill your every wish. You know, I gave myself to you unconditionally.

I took advantage of my remaining life to have your love, your sex. And it was my first time, the only time, that I cheated on my husband. Just for you.

- Was it difficult?

- No, I wanted to. You have been delicate. And it was wonderful to offer me naked to your sex. Like a modest nun, I undressed, I rose into sin, to love you.

I kissed, I sucked your penis, with my mouth and with my virgin vagina. You kissed her, my vagina, the continuation of life.

You liked it. And I loved to feel your tongue, waiting for your penis inside me kneeling before you like a saint.

- I liked it, I still like it, I still want it and I still love you.

- Perhaps, as the poets say, you love me to know God. But God is too great and mysterious to be possessed as an object of love.

Maybe it really manifests itself in my woman's body.

- You look like him, you love me.

- Maybe I'm a heretic. I live the Song of Solomon with you, and if it is true that God is in me, you have known him. Will you reveal it to me?

- You are beautiful. Maybe God sees you that way too. There is no Satan on your body and skin, you are not a defective being. It will save you.

- You are now leaving and I suffer an injustice. I die alive. I love you, but I don't own you. I am confused by a thousand conflicting forces.

I don't know why I fucked you, why I got your penis in my mouth, in my vagina. I would like to fuck you again to have you in me, but for what purpose do I want you?

I'm beside myself, out completely. I don't know anything about me anymore, I just know that I want you inside me.

I want to die with you the day your penis will remain indifferent in front of my dry vagina. I'll kiss you. Now speak to me, make your voice resound. It's our love story.

I created a human God in my head; pure blood and flesh of my flesh. I love you.

- Tremendous vertigo to live in love as if it were a religious devotion in the absence of a response from God.

- The God is mute. Yet it is true. Are you God?

-No. I am not God. Do you believe in God?

-Yes. I know something about life that I couldn't tell you any other way than by loving you.

- Life is short. I am not the master of time.

- I know that you are not God, the lord of time, both mortal and eternity. But I love you. I think ergo sum. Love me again. We will die together in the arms of God.

- Too bad to die. So beautiful is life. So beautiful are you.

farewell

I'm crazy.

You are so penetrated into me that when I look in the mirror I see you.

It reflects my madness.

I close my eyes, sinking into the darkness of night.

My warm dissociated body slowly dissolves into nothingness.

Goodbye my love, goodbye.

I leave my body, I leave my soul next to yours.

Match care. I will take care of you.

We will meet again, us.

Scriptum post mortem

It is not necessary to know any science, nor to manipulate, with technique, matter to have all the knowledge ... Even a humble human knows this.

He knows that we are material substance destined to become dust in the universe's race to entropy ... He knows it, just as he knows that desire and pleasure want, in the face of pain and the ephemeral, eternity ... But it will not be love that makes us divine, perhaps love wants to generate a son to deceive us, but the son will die.

Love is illusion, love is not enough ... perhaps only to communicate to us of the divine flesh of Christ, if you believe there can be a God of different eternal substance, to us adulterous lovers forbidden, we can be in eternity.

Will we be prevented by the shepherd, in search of the lost sheep, from remaining united in sin or will he lead us to the slaughter?

I abandoned you in the land of love, it's true ... but I still feel your verb caress within me.

I don't even understand if sin is having been matter or knowing that it is.

The same, in death, remains with me.

You saw me, I embraced you to live.

I no longer have any defense. I surrendered to you. I gave you all of myself.

You are in me more than me.

I love you.

How, my love ... How can you leave me barren in this place, called Earth, to live death alone?

What?

I hear your voice in me ... Yes, I love you ...

No, I don't want you to come back... You would find my flesh defeated, corroded by time.

We are destined for death.

But I will come, I will be the one to look for you one day, my love.

I will dig your grave with my bare hands before I am blinded by dementia.

You know... I want to lay my woman's body next to you, in your man's body.

We will wait together for a resurrection or a God.

@a+d.

AESTHETICS

Every woman, every man, at least once in his life, changes jobs and invents himself a poet or writer.

He writes a story, slaughtering the Word made flesh, to sing a deep pain or the moment of a heavenly pleasure, seeking a fatuous eternity.

Others become painters, photographers, artists and invent other realities by mixing the elements to describe their day.

The whole thing is just a useless obscene lament, no eternity is obtained.

But what you have now read is reality, it is flesh and blood transubstantiated into the verb, ours.

You are true, you are a sweet woman, a woman capable of loving ... there is so much tenderness in you...

impossible not to love you, not to continue to love you in the silence of separated life ... And being together with you was not, it is not a useless poem...

CONCLUSION

It seems that Love has no sex, it seems that it has no numbers, Love loves everyone. But there are rules to follow.

We are not God.

For us, a sexual human, loving is a leap into the void by having faith in loving and being loved by demanding eternity.
Is it madness to leave human life, which one already has, for a new life of ever-human love whose only eternity is death?

We are not God, we are not ontological ... We only use what we have already been given by mixing it to have a new product.

True, we have lived, we live, the Song of Songs, I love you and I am loved like no other,

I miss you, I miss our verb to become presence and flesh, to live with you ... I know that he was and is only human, subject to death.

Would you have made that leap into eternal adultery to escape from violence and unloved to love us in death?
Or were you terrified of it? Terror of having lost everything and being alone with nothing?

We are already nothing and we are afraid of being alone.

Only God can ask for this folly, only He forgives adulterers, only He possesses the happy eternity of the canticle of love that we lived in sin.

Too bad? Yet I would do this trip with you again.

God asks the believer for that leap, he asks us not to be afraid:

From the Gospel of Luke

14:25-33 The true disciple of Jesus
Mt 10:37-39; 16:24-26; Mr 9:49-50
25 Now many people went with him; and he, turning to the crowd, said:
26 "Unless anyone comes unto me, and hates not his father, mother, wife, children, brothers, sisters, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.
27 And whoever does not carry his cross and come after me cannot be my disciple.
28 Who among you, in fact, wanting to build a tower, does not first sit down to calculate the expense to see if he has enough to finish it?
29 Lest it happen that, when he has laid the foundation and cannot finish it, all who see it begin to mock him, saying,
30 "This man began to build and could not finish."
31 Or what is the king who, leaving to wage war against another king, does not first sit down to examine whether with ten thousand men he can face him who comes against him with twenty thousand?
32 If not, while he is still far away, he sends him an embassy and asks him to negotiate peace.
33 So then each one of you, who does not renounce all that you have, cannot be my disciple.
The rich young man =(Mt 19:16-26; Lu 18:18-27) Mt 6:19-21, 24; Mr 9:43, etc.; Lu 10:25-37; Ro 10:3
17 As Jesus went out on the way, a man rushed and, kneeling before him, asked him, "Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?"
18 Jesus said to him, "Why do you call me good? No one is good, except for one, namely, God.
19 You know the commandments, "Thou shalt not kill; do not commit adultery; do not steal; do not bear false witness; do not defraud anyone; Honor your father and your mother.'"
20 And he answered, "Master, all these things I have observed from my youth."
21 When Jesus looked at him, he loved him and said to him, "You lack something! Go, sell all that you have and give to the poor and you will have treasure in heaven; Then come and follow me."
22 But he was saddened by that word, and went away in sorrow, for he had many possessions.
23 Jesus, looking around, said to his disciples, "How difficult it is for those who have riches to enter the kingdom of God."
24 The disciples were amazed at these words of his. And Jesus answered them: "Little children, how difficult it is to enter the kingdom of God!
25 It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."
26 And they were more and more astonished to say among themselves, "Who therefore can be saved?"
27 Jesus looked upon them and said, "It is impossible for men, but not for God; for all things are possible with God."
=(Mt 19:27-30; Lu 18:28, 30)
28 Peter said to him, "Behold, we have left all things, and have followed you."
29 Jesus answered, "Truly, I say unto you, there is no one who has left home, or brothers, or sisters, or mother, or father, or children, or fields, for my sake and for the sake of the gospel,30 who now, in this time, does not receive a hundredfold: houses, brothers, sisters, mothers, children, fields, together with persecutions and,
In the century ahead, eternal life.

Now go

There is no good excuse to die.
He asked you to choose, life,

asked you to decide what's best for you

And now you are afraid.

But now you can no longer fall, without knowing, to seek balance

and in which direction to go or stay.

If one day you have no more words, listen to me in silence.

You are worth more than a love, more than a life, more than a hope,

you are worth a lifetime ... but you weren't mine,

I could not give you eternal life, I cannot save you

And you know it.

Now go, go away from me, come back in the days past to wait.

Wait for a breath of wind to go out and, if you do not have a signal, come back,

And love, again, will come to life, it will be fiery poetry.

You know... I will never, never can, forget this love ... never... never

even if time, this stops light and ephemeral on the years still lost in dreams,

He branded eternal life with madness.

Yet life runs away so fast and with it everything will pass.

Now go, stay wandering in search of love ... If you want

and, if you do not find love, return ... This love belongs to you.

With you fate has played between joy and pain, but do not despair at crying, you are a beautiful soul,
embodied in an adorable woman's body.
You are worthy to love and be loved.

Now go, do not remain wandering in search of love, it is already yours.

Now take care of yourself...

Living is simple, just bring blood to the heart with a breath,

Now it goes ... My mind lives only with you.

Now it goes ... Stay if you want, even the body lives only for you.

Now go, live,

I love you

without you.

We'll meet again, I know,

Inevitable we will meet on the day of the dead

The Day of the Fire of Love

of the apocalypse

of judgment.

Only then will we know, if still united in body and soul,

What is love.

canto d'amore proibito

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