Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Elisa Biagini

… in the gallery ( fever still) car running on empty, overheating, fast breath of the one that feels that one flees, a light bulb sizzles and goes out. … pulling the red thread from your shoulder blade, following you in the earth bones beyond the frontier of the lip, us, removed from light. This, the labor of cutting and filling, what matter whether with stone or word. ______

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