C ERCO dell'incriminazione in their time and epilogue. Traces of the filaments
denied our existence and our carelessness.
a hidden, hushed and furtive glances driven over a black veil that hides and conceals the head. Looks that surround and encircle.
whispers of mourners in dark corners and empty echoing of Gothic cathedrals. Whispers slipping and creep.
of hands that touch the pretext of the constriction procession, intending to extend to infinity and mindful quell'evanescente acausality driven essence and awakened by the nose. Hands that portray awake and under the eyes leste harsh, cruel and vicious inquisitors, judges, adorned in their scarlet robes as drapes pulled to polish the trial of offenders.
of sweet and hot flavors Ferrigni as blood adhering to the palate: distillate confused lovers. Piercing flavors such as branding stick in the manner of recognition and intimate possession.
pheromone mist that feminine as hands lovely and charming lead, and lead to moral destruction and dispersion in altering. Brume forced to dissolve the sunrise as decadent and impotent vampires deprived of their strength.
The time is coming that we have at the end. The cold stone beneath our bare feet that can not project beyond the capacity, is a harbinger of impending fate. A deadly chill from the bowels of this land is spreading in us, as we go jingling between wheezing and tactile subdued eyes examining our fault.
How rare beasts in the circus with greed and anger observed, a morbid curiosity soaked and dripping oozing on this floor polished by thousands of faithful devotees and pilgrims walking to see such horrific loss of human morphologies can take. Nell'ingenuo attempt to defend himself, and waving their ostend difference: trying not to belong to the confirmation the race of perverts, off in the same fear of refraction. In search of our members and recognize the visible sign of sin, to be able to point to it with one hand in the other and the other buried in the depths of ourselves.
purple banners accompany our gait and bear our shame, laced with muted cries, now that it is mockery and shame in the eyes of all. Dim lights of chandeliers hanging over our heads and unstable, precarious as it is now possible for us to remain adhering to our own lives. Like diaphanous wisps us melt and blend into the crowd looking.
We advance sad and pleasant.
This is our only public appearance at a side by side, covered with a macabre drama and petty. Our wrists torn and bleeding from these vile chains, seals of real worn and worn by our human passion, to which we are forced, they rise now to our metaphor. Cilicians atavistic surround and consume our members, marking the rhythm our journey as pilgrims puny and timid, become a symbol that constantly reminds the shame in which we are immersed and baptized and where we get drunk. Sacramental seals broken by the servants of idols, which echo those of secular and indifferent gray granite walls. Surrounding giants as careless Our walk now before this court that does not mean you will forgive me, he can not understand the plot and thick and impalpable that will turn his gaze to the clemency of atonement. Icons proudly exhibited as incorruptible manifest existence, deprived and stripped of their original meaning, stand out and come alive in icy glare reflected on the fragments of our meats as funeral dancers.
joints in front of our judges adorned by bony fingers and knotty, layered and wrapped in cloaks of slow heavy weather, slips and silence pervades the liquid to fill up this bracket screw anoxia apparently unknown and unknown. Un'afonia suffocating breaths in which are hidden in the hearts but not in their hearts, to try to blend in among the righteous among them and find salvation apart from unredeemed sinners and irreverent.
Dumbledore. With eyes glued to the floor and forced lost. We hear the announcement of our crimes. Rosaries grainy and scratched by fingernails fairs.
Our journey has now come to an end: an unusual expansion dictated from the immanence of the exodus and departure. What has always been hidden and in great suffering to many, is now visible to everyone. Stopping in front of the court stops as a blow that severs, decapitated and arouses our own footsteps silent. The nave was never able to devote to this opportunity has made way in the ancient time and rest.
No cry. Not a hand in the middle of this stream away to get up in our defense to quell the anger. Docile resignation before the triumph of Thanatos: Now that the cancer has been unmasked and exposed in the vain illusion of bringing balance and justice.
recant. Ward off our sins world of our humanity.
Now, faced with these courtiers of blood of sacrificial lambs thirsty, we are the missing link of their miserable lives: our loss of humanity becomes witness to the caduceus as a vaccine. Victims and perpetrators are separated by a curtain that does not restrict but confuses the roles and costumes. We are therefore now their biggest fear, impossible to dispel: that of an illegitimate man and a woman forced, for the duration of the trip, mutilate and conceal esplicabilità of our feelings.
With burning in the mouth and teeth clenched, listen astonished incontrovertible exemplary sentence as narcotic icy grip the neck, which stuns and paralyzes.
Torn and facts dismantled into pieces in the silence of white whitewashed tombs. The loneliness and misunderstanding have become matters tactile as bodies eviscerated and devoured mercilessly by other ravenous beasts that they do not want to eat and effigies of this disgrace to human homeopathic immunization. As cannibals in orgies of blood and swallow devour the entrails of captured enemies to become stronger and give him glory.
And our blood can not be paid in order not to fall as a plague epidemic. Unrepentant, though he becomes a vicious plague us.
We folded now in the memory of the encounter that made us guilty. Do not now seek alleviation given by the suffering and denial from the illegality. Mocked, consenting to a destiny, which, having chosen an unforgiving language, gave us the emotions that are rooted in the bowels of the earth and of which we are the invisible efflorescence dall'esalazione disturbing and heartbreaking. A scent that permeates and paste.
We are only two illegitimate lovers. How many more hidden in the folds of mind that investigates and cirdondano hours. Like so many shadows that pervade the gloomy corners in this city is rich. Emaciated souls worn by the search of his love is denied.
The same fire that burned down, heated and brought light into our lives, will be the instrument chosen to extinguish my life, would mark our shame. Will try to erase our sins and purify. And the ashes will wash away our guilt.
clawed hands, croakers and emaciated, like steel hooks now take possession of the carnality that was a thousand times yours. Imprint themselves in inert limbs away from you with harshness are removed and drag. The rustling of my clothes and a spectral and funereal tune: remove my steps on this pavement terminates leaving bloody footprints. My slender figure slips into oblivion of ashen eyes that turn away as I passed. Shrink back in fear of contracting This scarlet fever which is inscribed in my features.
You, thanks to my silence will be given. I have a memory-induced essence driven by the wind.
You, who now sit among the righteous, as untouchable, protected by your own. I am your unpronounceable insulting epithet.
You, who have walked beside me, under the eyes of all, only in this horrific event. I am the mistress see that you are forced to burn alive over the centuries and which will bring upon you track, such as burden of your impotence and flogging for our shamelessness.
not I want you now.
Shortly before leaving the aisle seat of a process pungent and bitter as gall, who desecrated our love, and desecrated the already compromised your integrity and worn out, try your eyes and your hands. Seeking still in the air the scent of your skin, the evanescence of me that remained adherent as pitch soul: that between the same ages, will bring you to me as a blow in the chest, and you will immediately distinguish among many.
that our history and doctrine for the righteous and the damned. Everyone has their personal conceit and delusion belong to either party.
I look for you at my side on this sacrificial altar laden.
I look for in looks ravenous and ferocious as a shield that is imposing on me.
I look for you in our path paved with stones, blood and soot.
I look for you in the cross, now reduced to a pure simulacrum, which glitters in these flames and hangs on your chest.
denied Of your wife and secret.
whose ashes now helplessly off into the abyss of your pain.
