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I'm Ariana!

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“A friend sleeps” – Jean Cocteau (1889-1963) “Your hands on the sheets were my dead leaves. My fall was a love for your summer. The wind of memory resonated at the doors of places we never visited. Allow the lie of your selfish dream where your steps erase the dream. You think you're where you are. How sad we find ourselves where we are not, always so. You lived sunk inside another you, so abstracted from your body that you were like stone. Hard for the one who loves is to have a portrait only. Immobile, unveiled, I visited dwellings to which we will never return. He ran like a crazy man without moving his limbs: the chin resting on the fist. And when I returned from that inert race, I found you bored, with your eyes closed, your breath and your huge hand open, and your mouth overflowing with night.”. “If we could go" – Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885) "He said to his beloved: If we could go together, the soul overflowing with faith, with strange gleams in the faithful heart, drunk with sweet ecstasies and melancholy, until the thousand knots with which the city binds our life are broken; if it were possible for us to get out of this sad and mad Paris, we would flee; I don't know where, to any unknown place, far from vain noises, hatred and envy, to look for a corner where the grass grows, where there are trees and there is a small house with its flowers and a little silence, and also solitude, and in the high blue sky and the music of some bird that has perched on the tiles, and a relief of shade. Do you think we can need anything else in the world??”. “Fourth secret poem to Madelaine” – Guillaume Apollinaire (1880 -1918) “My mouth will have fires of hell, my mouth will be for you a hell of sweetness, the angels of my mouth will reign in your heart, my mouth will be crucified and your mouth will be the horizontal timber of the cross, but what mouth will be the vertical timber of this cross. Oh, vertical mouth of my love, the soldiers of my mouth will storm your entrails, the priests of my mouth will incense your beauty in their temple, your body will shake like a region during an earthquake, your eyes will then be charged with all the love that has gathered in the gazes of all humanity since it has existed. My love my mouth will be an army against you, an army full of mischief, that changes the same as a magician knows how to change their metamorphoses, because my mouth is also directed to your ear and above all my mouth will tell you love, from afar it murmurs it and a thousand angelic hierarchies that prepare you a paradisiacal sweetness in it they are agitated, and my mouth is also the Order that makes you my slave,

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