some saturation of the rainfall;

Focus Photography of a Ignited Firewood
from Snufkin;

Saturated with the cold rainfall, we let the hum of our salivating bodies speak for our closed lips. In the living room of rumpled sheets, I light the hearth with more than fires to keep us warm. I toy with your skin through my fingertips until white smokes elude between your chattering teeth.

Blades and scars grow upon your once empty canvas. The fears of your eyes induce me into drinking each of you. I curl my fingers into hair before I pull your frosted lips upon mine, but the ecstasy of your veins dies until you freeze.

Breathe with me.


qualche saturazione della pioggia

Impregnato con la pioggia fredda, noi permettiamo parlare il ronzio del nostro corpo animato per le nostre labbra chiusa. Nel soggiorno delle lenzuola piega, io do fuoco al focolare con piu’ di fuochi tenerci caldo. Io giocherello con la tua pelle per le mie punte delle dita fino ai fumi bianchi evitano fra i tuoi denti tremolanti.

Lame ed sfregi crescono sopra la tua tela vuota. Le paure dei tuoi occhi mi inducono in bevendo ogni di te. Io arriccio le mie dita nei tuoi capelli prima io tiro le tue labbra ghiacciata sopra le mie, pero’ la estasi delle tue venature muore fino a tu congeli.

Respira con me.


As you can see, I tried to translate the English version to Italian; I am studying the Italian language as part of [my self] requirement before taking a bachelor’s degree, which will be taught in Italian language only. Writing flash fiction, thoughts and expressions have always been a cure to me; this time, I am going to use it to heal my needs.

If you, my dear reader, are a native speaker of the language [Italian], please make me see the errors I committed in the piece so I could learn from it. Beyond all of these, I hope you have enjoyed the letter.

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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