ARCNOPHONIA

Death is like a spider, every now and then it comes out and weaves its web inside AMLETA’s heart. He tries to poison her but she manages to free herself in the end, at least so far she has succeeded. Who knows for how long. Death punches her as she dances the challenge, even! He tries to push her back into her dark corner, to keep her still a little harmless. He feeds her white flies, his favorite souls, the ones that end up burning themselves. Death is a good friend of hers whose name she does not yet know, crushes her heart and then leaves without even a greeting. Amleta is the unfortunate butterfly that has fallen into his web. He dies to live.
There was that beautiful sea. An infinite coast.
Fine sand. Shells and dried seaweed on the shore.
I was a child and I looked at the horizon and I believed that beyond that line there was my beautiful future.
Instead, now that I am here and I live or my future I can say that it is sad, empty, tasteless.
No company. Just cats, birds, flowers and plants.
I should be happy with so much nature but this nature intrigues me even more.
I have an abyss with every little step.
An innocent look. And people understand that and it hits.
I have a body they desire and they make me feel ashamed of pleasure.
I don’t want to know the passion of your dreams. I don’t want to feel your hands.
But I couldn’t resist the breath of your desire. And I have no peace inside my guts.
And I have no peace inside my heavenly flesh.
I am not only a body and there is not only passion.
Don’t write on my skin. I remain pure.
Imagine a lit match
Who can’t light the candle.
And turn on another one
But the result is the same. And you ask yourself:
Maybe the candle is fake? Is it certified plastic?
Or is the flame too small? Take a good look at the candle,
You turn it over and over.
Scratch with your fingernail hoping to find the mystery.
But she remains intact.
And the flame stays out.
The room in the dark.
You are not afraid.
Look out at that huge lamppost
And you lie down with the divine light on your face.

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