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About Me Member Shadow Deviant xamwoodMale/Isle of Man Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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that night

Fri Oct 16, 2009, 12:14 PM
we were lovers on your father's back lawn. we'd been lying in bed and you'd said, let's do something, let's walk down the street naked, anything. and i'd said let's lie beneath the stars.

so we'd gathered blankets and pillows, even though we had enough warmth on our own in the wintry air. we were stark naked, all bare skin and love, and we lay out there under the stars for a long while. it began to rain and we let it rain on our skin.

i was cold and i curled up against your body, ever-warm and ever-mine. you kissed me, we kissed and i was lost. i took pictures with flash, i took pictures often with you.

when we went inside the rain was heavier. we lay on your bed and i took this.

so many beautiful moments.

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(Forse è cominciato tutto con un sussurro in una bianca desolazione: il rancore febbrile di un corpo distrutto, il grido freddo, inutile, gettato a un vento inutile: "Non sai che Dio sta morendo?")

(Forse nelle sordide celle create da un'inquisizione disumana uno spirito si è infranto, spezzato non dall'acciaio rovente, non dai colpi della frusta, ma da una ferita ben più grande: "Non sai che Dio sta morendo... morendo...")

(Forse un martire torturato, inchiodato alla croce, ha alzato il capo e ha gridato: "Signore, perché mi hai abbandonato?" E non c'è mai stata risposta. Il tradimento definitivo. La bestemmia immacolata... "Non te l'ha detto nessuno? Dicono che Dio è morto.")

(Forse sull'altare di una messa satanica la vittima sacrificale, incatenata alla pietra, urla e si agita fra i tormenti. Il pugnale che scende spezza tendini e muscoli ma lascia intatta la coscienza terrorizzata...)

(... Perché continui a pregare? Non lo sai che Dio è morto?)

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:iconafterdeath:
thanks for the fave :)

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:iconthe-loiterer:
Thank you for the fav :)
:iconmalleni:
Thank you very much! :glomp:

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:iconbunitenorio:
thanks for the watch :D
:icon5urface:
Hey =) thanks a lot for the :+fav: ^^

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:iconmouthwash87:
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