The Rubber Wall
 

Inflexible is the Squad that traces that rubber wall and that vigorously presses on your mouth.

Inflexible is the Soldier who carefully check up on the port cochere and the catched impetuous gypsy moth under the faded light, gently gives up into his hand.

It doesn’t flatter any more and still waits for the reopening of your generous hand.

Inflexible is the drop that fills up the salted water bubbling chalice.

So, you hide yourself away nosey eyes.

Giosuè Marongiu
Maracalagonis 10 novembre 2007
ore 16.38
 

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