Monday, December 13, 2010

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MARCO MOVES PAPER: THOUGHTS OF A FAN

"ALWAYS"


I push the play button and remain silent.
For a moment, just for a moment, I hold my breath, waiting for what will happen.
music sweet and low I vibrate on the skin, penetrates into the pores.
Then your voice.
Sail on the notes, caresses her, dance with the music, blends seamlessly with it, not up to me to make a distinction, to mingle.
close my eyes, and I do not hear nothing but the warm, rough, harmonious and tormented dragging my will to carry me against my will in your world.
There is no fear, no loss, no pain.
have no body, no space or time, sway to the tune of your delicate accents. Cold and hot
then suddenly, the smell of rain and wind, which bathe my face in my lips, sweet, salty. The smell of the sea
fierce, choppy waves and angry.
poignant melancholy of autumn, trample the leaves left in the muffled silence of emptiness, loneliness that accompanies my footsteps.
perceive the fog, I feel it soaking the bones, so deep, but it hurts my heart rejoices happy.
Hands in hands, huddle confident, almost as if to appease intertwine into one another.
I feel the sweetness, a caress that touches my face, focusing on the contours of my face, to preserve the memory.
Then the last breath of your voice, which is dispersed by vibrating, too soon, a breath and then ... silence.
open my eyes, has gone all too quickly leaving a feeling of profound melancholy.
push the rewind button.
And everything starts again ...
cold and then hot ...
a breath and then ... silence.


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