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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.

Infinite Smile.