SWEET KNOTS 
Let me be your image, my lord of the afternoon mad those in which bloom in your hands, petal by petal, in every rose, while you catch me in a kiss and tie me to your sweetness with that fragile knot that only I can feel it. ( of Verses black bitch, ed. Sial, 2005 )
Image: Stelios Tsagris
premiere I would think that your words to me, and not think it is jealousy that speak through my mouth, you know that was never possible our fiery depths.
Sometimes I imagine how you listened to others what they thought , how they stirred the soul on your lips cinnamon. I can almost feel for them, enjoy their looks as you enjoyed one afternoon.
not know if someone was like me or perhaps I should say, if you had as I had, sliding my hair between your knees while , and owner, reposabas your feet on my back and was, at that time, absolutely yours.
And I think, naive and very, very vain, that was your last lover, the last and first loved you in your dreams, your last prey your tamed wolf, your black dog. ( of Verses black bitch, ed. Sial, 2005 ) Image: Masao-Kanemoto
