when all the gods of this earth put their forces together,we r catapulted in an 80s club in New York city ,near the Metropolitan, called “Magma” where all the people have different colours and you r the only titanium white on the canvas.some rainbow line push our faces closer and closer.your mouth ejects flowers ,blue,red colours,summer fragrances.i feel all the moods through your transparent body and “last train to London” suits you well.u r great.
Archivio di Martedì 2 Gennaio 2007

















