enter the scene is the Queen of Spades
scribbling the night with colorful eyeshadows. In the twilight
awaits the discerning patience of the predator. Overwhelmed by bright flashes
withdraws from the scene of the winding road into the void
proletarian of blasphemy.
Sola,
scratch pink streaks in the sky. The myth lives in Spring
echoes of feminine seduction.
dream, walking in the warm light of the streetlamps
with the look of a cat painted on the sidewalk with a laugh
blasphemous, dissolves into a cloud of pink life.
Alessandro Dattilo
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| Marc Jacobs |
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