L'arca

“Looking up I see only one molecule of sugar floating in the space 26mila light years, the Mother of Gaia and each pudding in its pregnant rain clouds far away. But here we are closed to the sky, from that sky will not rain anything of refreshing. Never. A few drops of Eau de parfum falls creating transparent pearls on the skin of Naomi. Here are the semigods and prototypes. The rain, as the meaning of words, are prohibited in this otherness.”
Francesca Palazzi Arduini, poet and writer