Melania Damianou:
the sun will blow up -
Melania Damianou:
I speak and speak, Marco says, but the listener retains only the words s/he is expecting.
Melania Damianou:
Casanova's green
Melania Damianou:
venetian light
Melania Damianou:
kirmizi
Melania Damianou:
fond
Melania Damianou:
gently
Melania Damianou:
absorbed
Melania Damianou:
int.
Melania Damianou:
flight to Vienna
Melania Damianou:
rosso torinese
Melania Damianou:
for monsieur Proust
Melania Damianou:
december's texture
Melania Damianou:
i love winter, too
Melania Damianou:
beneath
Melania Damianou:
travelling
Melania Damianou:
seen
Melania Damianou:
unknown past, unknown present
Melania Damianou:
that mirror
Melania Damianou:
notebook
Melania Damianou:
crystal feast
Melania Damianou:
Spring
Melania Damianou:
fate
Melania Damianou:
this silence
