to drown a rose

devastating elegance

You carefully weigh every word, because you know that confessions blurted out are often regretted, and can never be taken back. But just because you're restrained, doesn't mean that you're uptight. You'd just rather reveal yourself when the moment is right, because timing is everything, and giving everything away, right away, seems tacky. Which is why you'd never be caught dead flashing a thong in a pair of below-the-equator jeans. Nope, you much rather slay them with devastating elegance, followed with a slam-dunk of inspired surprises.
clever copy for a shopping site (and to sell a handbag, of all things): here's mighty flirt.*
Now, instead of stopping losing my time like this, I decided to work on a theory explaining what might be behind a seemingly obsessive interest in clothing and accessories. more links, please. (to be continued)

* long dead online boutique (2013 note)

filastrocche come vengono

if snow could shed its light
upon my windowpane
through winter’s longest nights,
I’d shed my coat of pain.

filastrocche come vengono

someone should have taken
a photograph of me
with cats asleep on either side
wrapped in a furry dream.

[nel titolo del post prima c’era un refuso: folastrocche.]

filastrocche come vengono

I thought I’d found a way
of keeping it at bay
but ’twas the warmth of summer
that made it go away.

filastrocche come vengono

boxes and spools all over your pockets
waiting for words to use them as lockets
singing the music you love to have near
looking for frames to keep your mind clear:

let them remind you your eyes have to rest
your fingers should sleep, drop every nonsense
the dreams you record on reels and by heart
can bring you the wings you’d want for a start