letezza carezza"Light caress" I would like to get dirty slowly, precious useless angel slow sun fire where the water rests with me and caress the song of the skin. A watch made of honey with the hours marked by a warm wind shadow of cicada's silence of the prickly pear in an orange that stings the loneliness. What does it mean today: "there is no hurry"? In the obsession of the speed paradoxically the cognition of the time is lost. Here then the desire to stop to