Andrada Ianosi

Porque sólo sus ojos decían tanto mis palabras se quedaron calladas como delante de un milagro mi cuerpo inmóvil mi alma esperando el tiempo ya no existía ni el espacio ni lo material la luz se

Las palabras no logran construir tu rostro de Gioconda no logran trazar la línea delgada de tus pensamientos de tu cuerpo inmaterial de tu mirada que unas veces parece llena de todas las cosas

do not desert me do not do yes no not \"rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac\" mine shall be the blame . ( wilt thou be mine? ) the waiting game: accept - decline.

Rearranging the letters, the footprints and the mind. Deconstructing time, life and pleasure until the woman becomes child becomes fetus becomes nothing. Motionless thoughts. I have no body I am

Mercurial words. I feel the water rising, but there’s no urge for salvation there’s no salvation within invade me word me bind me from doing harm to myself and to you. I wait . Feel the

Si te vas te pido sólo una cosa : Recuérdame en tus sueños, querida mariposa ! Abrázame en tus ojos y muérdeme los dedos Y déjame la llave de todos tus silencios Cuando estoy desnuda y el

naked in front of you. once more i’m your eve repeating myself multiplying your torture multiplying your echos you have the precision of a scalpel never late in giving never late in taking i

Of thee now plays this lonesome lyre, My lilliputian lady-bird Thou art a muse, thou art my fire My theater of the absurd. Remember all those starless skies Sealed with a kiss of unknown

you know that castling while in check is illegal and yet that’s exactly what you’re doing. no rules. we agreed on that from the mere opening * and i have to admit you had a great opening, my

How can I translate the emptiness in your eyes So that I could truly get its meaning? How can I touch you without hurting myself ? Inside my mind you grow and grow and grow until I’m no longer

I won’t I won\'t trash my pride again I won’t trade it either for something I shall soon need no more. Untouchable lotus-woman * if I slip from you does that mean I can’t be

I do not hear I do not hear The words pass me by as the sun sets before the sunrise Counterclockwise The animal inside licks - unutterable sensation burning spinning wrath dissolving bones

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor 5.. 6..7..8 Lover soon will suffocate It’s a mixture of achievement, of that certain pleasure you feel when you finish another game of chess, of sinew

Just one look from your eyes and everything dissapeared, motionless pictures framed in a sacred dream. The pale skin, the soft white hands, medieval beauty kept between my dusty pages. Nothing has

I’m so ashamed for being a part of this century, of this hour and especially of this generation. “We’re grown-ups now, let’s get a job [ just for fun ] , get high and screw school. Fuck education,

The irrefragable feeling of indifference blenching out of my most insidious veins covers the world created out of wrath and dissapointment. Your everything turns into nothingness, into a complete

You\'ll just wake up without your smile, Without the face you used to see And then you\'ll ask to stay a while, But I won\'t hear. I\'ll die in me. Your ignorance, your \"I don\'t care\"

Half dream, half reality, like a shadow that follows me, silently, as the water follows the moon, with liquid steps. My warrior woman, always mine and never, dancing the mad polka of

Close your eyes and let yourself deepen into your past, pick-up the lost images of your life, pick me on you way back, find me at last hiding between two thoughts you thought you lost Don’t

Just go, without calling my name, without throwing me that innocent look, I know you’re not to blame It’s just sometimes I wish you’d snoop Upon my dreams and cover me with kisses, Restrain me

В холодный ночи я плыву Ветер меня обнимает И всё что я верю теперь тебя следует Моя мысль, грязная стрела Колоет твоё серьдце А где свет ? А где вчера? В небе тепер не солнце Все очерный, все

There is a time when we must let it go, A time when past becomes so old That even if it wants to hurt, the flow Of present keeps it far and cold.