Highway to the hell

Giovanni De Angelis

The golden threads being bathed in the late autumn sunlight illuminating the whole cold landscape of fallen foliage, cause the old fluttering flutter in the chest to notice the short legs chasing our mother across the garden with sin tangling around the throat like a silent snake. Unable to look away from the surreal little beauty spreading smiles and laughter her eyes identical to mine sparkling with life, I wished I was the only one with the power to take away and give her happiness, to be the only one to have power over all her delicacy, not even punishment that I received that day for sin was able to quench the poison coursing through my veins.

The little poisonous snake that I've fed for all these years decided to dream with a certain hope that it might get rid of it, I wanted to understand at what moment I let that little blond head imagine itself outside my domain. I should be used to it, I look at Vincenzo signaling, and we go