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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

Brown Polka Dot Dress Pretty Woman Movie Style

/ .. The photo that I distinguish this from other and that love has nothing to point that swings in front of the gleaming eyes and nodded his head is, what it produces in me is exactly the opposite dell'ebetudine, it is quite a commotion inside, a party, if we work The pressure that wants to express the inexpressible. So what? Calling interest? And soon, to enumerate the various reasons that we can push to have an interest in a particular photo, I do not need to question my emotion, can be: both want the item, the landscape, the body that represents it, is to love or to have loved being that it makes us recognize, and is amazed by what you see, is admired or put into question the evidence of the photographer, etc.. and these interests are, however vague, heterogeneous, that the photo may be interested only superficially, and if instead talalatra interests me deeply, then let me know what, in that picture, is to tilt within me. It seemed to me so that the right word to describe (temporarily) the attractiveness of certain pictures have on me was adventure. The picture that is me, the sometimes not.
The principle of adventure let me do exist photography. Conversely, no adventure, no photos. I quote Sartre:
"Photographs of the newspaper may well" do not tell me nothing ", that is to say, they may look on and do positions there. Then I look at people in the photograph but are achieved through it, but without existential position, just as the knight and the death of Durer, without which they are placed. May, on the other hand, be cases in which the photograph leaves me in such indifference that I make even the "formal" image. The photograph in question is vaguely formed, and the characters therein are indeed made in the characters, but only because of their resemblance to human beings, without particular intent. Fluctuate between the shore of perception, that of the sign and the image, without any land. "
In this bleak desert, all of a suddenly occurs to me that photo, it animates me, and I mind.
This is how I call the attraction that makes it exist: entertainment. In itself, the picture is not animated (I do not believe the pictures "live"), but it comes alive, and this is precisely what makes each adventure ... /

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There is a black forbidden

Black is boundless imagination goes dark. Vivid dreams through the night quickly. Demonic faces with the bats of goya giggle in the dark. In the heart of black carbon lives the spirit of the narrative. Flickering flames blue and scarlet. At night around the fire, the men and women told their stories wrapped in the densest darkness.

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