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31 decembre 2025
8 albums that made my year :
Shakedown - Double Virgo
Big City Life - Smerz
The Sound of Deceit - Enjoy
The Most Dear and the Future - ear
Some Like it Hot - bar italia
Musicality - haloplus+
LOTTO - They Are Gutting a Body of Water
Addison - Addison Rae
30 decembre 2025
28 decembre 2025
All my jeans have a hole in them that is enormous
they're losing all substance drop after drop.
I'm annoyed with the lamentation wall of my bedroom,
I wanted more than noon and less than midnight,
I ended up with only a quarter of the treasures
my experience produced. I don't know
how to have fun anymore - or am I ?
Tired of rolling on my back,
I’m styling my hair like none is white.
For a last time but a real good time - I have :
- selective memory,
- an appetite that never went away,
- dust of adrenaline - that I return to
way more than I should. Memories
were made to feed people like me when
thirsty, trying to occupy the space in their mind
to reduce it. Maybe we don't have to fulfill
all ego’s desires; maybe
our shapes are already the perfect form
given to an identity -
look how the skin repairs itself,
how we all learnt to forgive
Tonight’s a true black night
with no moon and no words to tell,
I have a lot of pity for myself.
Never they saw my hair curly
nor my lips in a true natural pink.
I always knew I would perish in my favorite fur coat, peacefully -
but not fully repaired; that’s not the point.
I lived my life well dressed at all time
just in case; observing - cold -
how the last clothes we wear
are the only ones that matter in the end
27 decembre 2025
26 decembre 2025
02 decembre 2025
I think I reached the limits of my country;
I’m less happy today trying
to make my world a wonder,
a detox center; than when I left the city
thinking I wasn’t happy enough.
I need to return to its shared state of psychosis,
to kiss each of its bridges for immunity.
I'd probably feel content again
when crossing a crappy hallway
vomiting my smoke at the doorstep;
cutting corners on the greetings
when running into a neighbor - even though
I can hear their ferocious screams through the walls.
Nobody wants to talk about it
but it’s inflamed and purulent,
on the verge of an infection.
It’s that good to live at the center of action,
it's thick.
It's an incredible, irritating stroke of luck.
These buildings all look the same form afar
until you settle in one of them -
we’re intimate, spreading germs;
full of things to do and things to clean
'cause even at night
the air around the block is spitting the flames
it absorbed during a particularly hot day.
Concrete is the only thing that can regurgitate
what we bury in the sand 40 miles away;
it’s catching up on you
like choosing between fear of heights and emptiness
17 novembre 2025
Your breath smells
like chocolate and cinnamon, after diner -
I’d like to know what you think when you undress me,
like a ripped pear to go along with it.
Stupid was the sun this year
for he didn’t reach the bottom
of my bellybutton; but
along the ghost of my bikini,
you kiss it anyway,
whilst saying how much you adore me.
I disappear
in the hot bath you set up for me
in the blue room
isolated from the kitchen fumes.
Legs half folded, like I just fell -
it’s a different time and a different place;
here the nerves stay alert
sheathed to await the friction.
Two bodies here but
a thousand hands reaching for my skin.
Where to put an arm for a rest ?
I’ve been clumsy, which appears like I’m lazy
but really it’s too hot and too foggy
to distinguish which part belongs to whom -
it’s lost
in dilated pupils;
blind - but they see so much;
they can feel where it’s hard to bite
and soft to lick.
« Five more seconds »
a version of time of your own making;
then next morning will be intolerable
in terms of desire
11 novembre 2025
Confused at the café,
forgot to turn the lights off
and missed my train
8 novembre 2025
The Hardest Monument to Shoot
8 novembre 2025
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