The thing that is believed is a reality.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna
What are men? Children who doubt.
Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.