Sin City Print

" The feminine caress of April lost sweet confused pensive button like a heart like a mad river to the deep earth - the meditative river in its unfathomable spring thoughts - the fertile and enriched heart that flowed dark - the lips red as the ruby ​​red morning of Sicilian sea on the promising west coast like the thatched roofs and the green expanses of burnt grass that brought tears to my eyes from the desire to lose me and sink into her forever - to be the brother, the husband, the lover , the rapist, the master, the friend, the father, the son, the kisser, the enthusiast, the suitor, the worshiper, the one who catches her, who surprises her furtively, the bed partner, the brakeman of trains in a red house of red and joyful cradles punctured on Sunday mornings in the happy squalid courtyard. "