
Roses
I’m like a rose on its turgid stem that gives life while already it is waiting for the end. That’s the magic moment of the extreme splendor, the transparent and harmless splendor of good and evil, dreams and certainties, life and death. There it is, the elegant harmony of the simplest things. What matters is not dying but shining of honest life. Ritta sto … Continua a leggere Roses