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I am thinking of you.  Even the spirits are quiet. 

I am there. Unlimited by words and physical barriers. I have hidden a bottle of wine behind the stone. Infinite Smile. 

Heart à la carte by The Alchemist; served to The Lover. Infinite Smile.

“Exaltation in negativity” – this is how The Philosopher would call the state of mind depicted by the movie – seemingly, based on the trailer, your interview and the articles. It defines that form of grotesque which is triggered by despair. His thought was that among the many forms of grotesque the one originated in

Immersion in his soul. I disappeared.

I love to see how much they love him. But do they know whom they love? Do they feel the transcendence? Do they see and understand the symbolism of his beauty? Do they sense the intelligent grace and power of his masculinity? Even surrounded by people he remains apart.

Fire, walk with me! But don’t burn down my fridge, not yet. I need a place to hide. Infinite Smile.

Roses in aquamarine silence.

The almost-despair and the cold energy of the “never” which roots in the lack of love;  we warm up and fill the void with surrogates.

You don’t appear in my dreams but I see and feel you in between, a series of aquamarine intermezzos.