Play me something that makes me feel; This soul inside me is made of steel. Brain is breathing, but heartโs not beating And, babe, I need you to make things real. Walk inside me without silence, Kill the past and change the tense. Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring; Take me places that make more sense.
Melina MarchettaSo, like I asked, whatโs with the nightie?โ โIt smells like what I always think mothers smell like,โ I tell him honestly, knowing I donโt have to explain. He nods. โMy mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that itโs turning me on.
Melina MarchettaI do not believe that the desires of young boys cause catastrophic events. The actions of humans do.
Melina Marchetta