Perspective From My Bedside

I started to let go.
I started to let go from my mother’s dreams
And the sound of cigarretes burning marks the end of the beginning of my life;
I then chose to give it away little by little but only in special moments,
Into special people.
Hold on to strangers
When the soul wants to be forgotten.

Into the hips, the thighs… And so we moan…
- Shut up and listen… we’re burning.

Luigi Anghinoni