malidinapoli:
writing you a wooden letter
malidinapoli:
It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does. (Allen Ginsberg)
malidinapoli:
out of reach
malidinapoli:
the life she lived
malidinapoli:
the life i´m living
malidinapoli:
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
malidinapoli:
there´s no cure for curiosity
malidinapoli:
thrill