it's like being stuck by lightning.
She was speaking hopefully,
to draw the attention of the lightning.
I reminded her that shee was repeating exactly
our mother's formula, which she and I
had discussed in childhood, because we both felt
that what we are looking at in the adults
were the effects not of lightning
but of the electric chair.
Part 4. del poema Prisma de Louise Glück, al llibre Averno.
And, finally, could you see that? I will pay the biggest amount of money ever given to feel this 'electricity' again. And even more in order to be matched
ResponEliminaGood night :)
oh, no et caldrà pagar res, Cinderella. Vindrà, l'electricitat ;)
ResponEliminaGives me chills down my spine... Can you find someone to sit on while being both on this electric chair? I'm being naughty, don't worry.
ResponEliminaui, jo havia escrit ací un comentari! no sé com no està, i això que sóc la propietària del blog! :S
ResponEliminacoralet