Mantica 
The night has taught me breathing natural as the day I eat alive. Near
these toxic fumes are timeless. I
trouble with his mouth open and remain silent, swallow the polluted air and press your chest almost feel I can not breathe ...
Seer and restless, and the dark side that manifests itself, an ambiguous gesture.
Vago and my name is secret, she wore masks remote ancestral
... Every night I want to scratch sewing new pieces of cloth to my black dress that is becoming increasingly heavy. I hear you and I have not slept for ages trying to awaken from your sleep.
breath at times, but it is not real. The sky filled with poison to my step opens glimmers of blue among the red hot this pollution.
not you afraid this monster behind the fire-breathing behind me and off air at all?
Daughter, rust and mercury poisoning became darker and darker still heavier.
Out of time, cumbersome weight in awkward thought disguised as a sublime beauty that makes me save only in part.
I continue to wander in time in search of a clean place and I do not do peace.
At night I hear my guardian angel when attendance goes to collect of sweet fruit to eat.
are split and the body is not seen as overwhelmed by these ancient garments
I no longer have that form, able to be turned on or not. The water obsession overwhelms me or hinder me on the move with the tides.
We can not turn back, we can only continue to seek new locations where non-contaminated air is vitiated corrupt.
undressing of water where I can touch my clothes again and see if my body is still warm ...
The burden of centuries makes it slow my wanderings, my face wrinkles the skin color.
It scares me every movement is not controlled and remain immobile for my imaginary shot. The feeling
that turns me on is contained in the lantern, but I guard I do mine.
I wish you looked, I would like you to remember what the water, air, earth and everything that breathes ... In my dream will come to you every night, and I load your nightmares Kissing I give my breath. Firefly Lights
fragile little pieces of road, but this progress kills. Turned into a moth turns up again to become a bug crawling in the trash so dark has increased and does not fly anymore.
Emanuela
July-August 2009
