Muschio, il suo respiro;rose, la sua guancia;perle, i suoi denti, e una bevandache inebria, l'acqua della sua bocca.La vita, quella di un ramoscello;le natiche, dune di sabbia inarcate;tenebra i capelli e il voltocome un disco lunare luminoso.

-René R. Khawam

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