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Before Lectura Dantis Benigni, there was to Carmelo Bene (1981) ...

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pink stones

the stones of the Coliseum are pink at sunset. I looked up from the river traffic as it moves up and I saw them, vivid, like the happiness that came with me. beauty is everywhere, unexpectedly.
am coming to you.
from you, my love.
finally.
then I waited.
45 minutes in your home, the sun is gone, I feel cold. I
those ridiculous high-heeled shoes and thin as you like and itchy feet and frozen. a pair of new shoes, gray suede, buy images.
time passes, your posts make me company.
"have to wait, make good."
"I'm coming."
always want to do everything all at once. I post between a whole and the other in a bracket.
know I'll have to wait, I know enough now. the delay is your chronic defect, which not only abuses me. the frenzy of your life will not let the habit of punctuality. as you are sure of your worth, by waiting for granted.
and actually waiting for you, everyone, including me, especially me.
I feel more stupid and cold, as time passes.
I think all I have left over to run to you. I think I left early to avoid wasting even one minute of time about us.
I think this time you've really done everything to meet me, you that last night. released at the last moment and I could not, I think you feel like me. you justify to justify myself.
as if there was no need for excuses.

- I go, even five minutes, the Time for a cigarette. I smoke three and still not delivered. enough is enough, I'm going really, around the shoulders and walked towards the car, I turn and you're there, clear as ever to prevent the moment of rebellion, of negation -

I look angry.
say, well pissed off, you say that's not your fault, the quorum of the committee, bla bla bla. enter, the doorman with casual friendly greetings, calling him by name. that looks at me from below, not even draft a good evening, do not deserve respect and consideration, I have seen walking restlessly to the door, not for the first time. perhaps his only mistake and discretion, I am projecting upon him my assessment. but what is a woman waiting for?
climb only to give you this stupid gift, I will not take it away, how many lies they tell themselves to give way.
angrily reject your hand, that, even on the stairs, rooms to search.
open the door, enter, walk up and down, growling like a tiger, still with his coat, scarf around his neck, his eyes full of lightning.
not say a word and you are to me on, lot, and I struggled, I slam on the ground, crush me with your weight.
still trying to fight, but the asymmetry of forces play in your favor.
hold my scarf around his neck with his other hand and nail me.
succumb and laugh at my weakness, feeling rummage.
"made you well the wait. "
bastard, you're a bastard, but already it breaks my breath in my throat.
let me free, I get up and sit cross-legged on the couch, I'm still able to challenge you.
my legs shake .
lift me up, I bend over, take me.
so you know how it was going to end. and I knew it too.
this time suspended.
full, vibrant, full.
voice and meat inside of me, eat me up.
perfect exchange, mutual understanding, complicity.
alchemy.
transmutation.
we read into the words are only telling moments, to share them.
still want me on the top, ready to go, I demands.
moan and vibro while I welcome you, the mind pregnant Your strong pleasure.
as I do now?
as I do without you?
I have to go home.
the more intense the contact, the more drastic will be relentless detachment.
everyone in his life, the business day, the daily newspaper.
this is the rule that I know well, which I endorse, reasonably.
this is the rule that drives me crazy.
only this can be among us.
nothing more nothing less.
to survive, to enjoy the rest, let us too badly.
your safety net to avoid being overwhelmed. one that compels me.
I have no choice.
follow yours.
I have to go home.
reach our old days will revolt, the time comes when I tell you, once again, it's over.
and then, if you still want me, I hear your call, at that wavelength only ours, and you'll find me waiting for you.
why, my love, so many times I thought, my dear, you're just doing the overlap between sex and their love of many women. among you there is only sex and you clothed him with the good habit of love for not feeling guilty.
would be simple if they did.
a meeting every so often, a good fucking full, and so live it to life without too much why.
not.
this love is unnecessary and inappropriate.
love for you, who you are, for each of your way.
is certain, beyond all reason, which to me are the only one.
what he feels and understands.
what I hear and understand.
there is the certainty of full and empty and happiness that is where we are.
there that I would like to share with you my day, before it is too late.
but not enough.
must go home.
to wait, to live according to your will, without disturbing, without invading, not force myself.
a hard discipline, your.
I get home.
you have already done.
is right.

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Carmelo Bene in a video Our Lady of the Turks.