harolrock
"E'l naufragare è dolce in questo mare". It is typical of those who sail to get lost. It is necessary for those who sail that there is always a port to find in the midst of the oceanic immensity. It is typical of those who are enchanted to be immanently tied to the object of their enchantment, suddenly disemboweled from their own world to encounter the beauty that emerges from other countless universes. Lonely stars, space castaways, lives that explode in supernovas, we are so many definitions in a single term. Sometimes, too, we are scripts that have begun, waiting for a grand finale. For everything that is incomplete, somewhere, there is the hope of fullness. In the delicate impetus of your presence, so intrinsically feminine and ineffably human, lies the definitive note that precedes the apex of the song. In the subtle colors of your image, in the music that plays deep within the silence that remains between our lips, lies the very sense of warmth, connection and encounter. May our elements, in fusion, inaugurate new universes.
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