BARBARA BOLOGNA

There’s always been a secret lust… …. that takes all the space here “

Cit Arnaud Desplechin

Immaculate actions and raw sensations.

A kiss inside a glass of milk.

I’m about to puke a swamp of smacks whilst listening to Mr. Jones.

Hardcore bricks

Understanding you don’t exist anymore, not in the light.

I’m alone in a Red iced room

The fruit is dark as the fairground

I’m laying on an iron bed like in the Hologram Blue Sea !

Mascarpone cream inside my shoes at witch hour.

Ropes without a string and vanilla yoghurt.

Are we still on to get ice cream tonight ? I love you.

"Written by Barbara Bologna”