Ana Lenrose

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Ana Lenrose

  • 104 Reviews
2401 Followers 321 Likes
Last Seen: 14 minutes ago
harolrock

harolrock

"Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice, and she said: we are all just prisoners here of our own device." It is an indescribable pleasure to be with you in this prison of perfect illusions, in this dream shaped by warm, persistent, and unconfessed desires that will never submit to the blinding light of day. Nothing reaches us. We are fluid, interdimensional, something like common sense, like a categorical imperative or even an instinct. We are what happens in the rooms while life passes by the windows. Dreams, desires, or dawns—we are the sweat of bodies and tongues that intertwine, the enveloping warmth of sex and the weight of each word spoken. Perfect certainty is as brief as enchantment. We are parts of a whole that comes together in the gaze, in the scent, in the words that flow, and in the longing that, finally, becomes part of life. Simply, you and I are the definitive answer to everything that is missing when we are not together. A drink at the gates of paradise and the purest anti-monotony poison.

harolrock

harolrock

My perfect anti-entropic ecstasy, the energy necessary for movement, the impulse that interrupts inertia and definitively breaks homeostasis. My own personal solstice dawning in the full equinoctial state, renewing the ages, populating the mind with dreams and bringing light to what seemed already accustomed to darkness. Nothing could distance us more from thermodynamic extinction than such an unexpected encounter. Even the stars – with their incidental effects – succumb to the imperious magnetism of our wills, becoming mere supporting actors in the divine comedy of our desires, passions, and reunions. Nothing distances me more from inevitable chaos than your ordering presence, eternally revived in your own charm. At once, the most wandering of journeys and the star that guides me, fearless and sparkling, in the night sky. The pleasure of losing myself irremediably – and deliberately – in you is always indescribable.

harolrock

harolrock

"And I love you and I love you and I love you as the ferocious beast loves, biting, the female, as the sea loves the cliff into which it throws itself insanely, and where its roaring is appeased and to which it always returns"... From the transcendent to the meanders of the most obvious secularity, from sublime things to the ordinariness of the day, from the infinite to the exact present moment, from the unity of all that exists to the small, partial and subtle imperfections that sustain us, there is nothing in which we do not find ourselves, there is no scenario or hypothesis in which we do not fit perfectly in this precise intersection between our worlds. Whether in the perversions of Bataille, in the vertiginous reveries of Kerouac or in the analytical depth of Dostoevsky, there will always be one more verse or phrase that defines us. In the almost sacred timelessness of classical notes or in the deliberate and cathartic dirtiness of amplified guitars, our music persists: the music (still) remains the same. We are the exact point where Bonham's precise drum fills meet the fury and passion of a Jimmy Page solo.

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