Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts

Friday, 19 February 2010

My boys best friend

never 
cut 
your 
hair. 
We 
saved 
dance, 
and 
then 


never 
danced. 
You 
make
it 
look 
good 
as 
well.

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Cigarette Smoke

On that night

I'll never understand how you TASTED like Hazelnuts


P.S. you make that disgusting smoke look sexy, is it because [you are Italian], or sono solo la ragazza che desidera  ciò che è male per lei?

Sunday, 14 February 2010

The Wine Song

I'm not scared that I'm in love with you.
I'm scared that I'm not.
I'm terrified that you didn't mean enough to me.
I'm intimidated by the fact that I might like you more than you like me.
I'm scared that I'll fly back to you, because I can.
I've done the research, I've counted the pennies, I could come back.
Do you want me to? If you say Yes I will come. And it may be for the wrong reasons.

 Felice San Valentino

Thursday, 28 January 2010

the Carnival of Venice

my energy; boundless.
my expression
my fantasy
my dream
my goal

I am going
I will dance
I will witness
I will be there
I will experience
I will wear the mask.








Monday, 18 January 2010

950,400 seconds


L. I am counting. You know what this means to me. I am counting down. Soon. I am counting. Please, L. You know what I'm doing? I'm counting, oh, have I fucked it up?
Oh.