"I look in the mirror and smile. I am like a phoenix, but not as him entirely. I don’t know if you..."

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I look in the mirror and smile. I am like a phoenix, but not as him entirely. I don’t know if you understand me.

You’ve burned the hell that was living in my bones, and at one point, that seemed an unimaginably beautiful feeling, but then, like a crazy arsonist, you started to set me on fire, with the simple excuse to light my cigarette.

And now I’m completely burned, reduced to rubble, smelling of apocalypse from every pore of the skin that still misses the tips of your fingers running down my back.

And it would be a fitting end to a story of love, or hate, or whatever you want to call the madness we have lived in this infinity.

But, I inadvertently entered in this eternal waltz with death and share the fate of Sisyphus. I say this because I’m like a phoenix, reborn from his own ashes, and two seconds after doing it, the ghost of your eyes, which still haunts my veins, set me on fire, again and again.

You know, I moved, and well, now I drink what I want, smoke what I want, and fuck what I want, but all I want is you. But that’s not important.

Now I live one block south of hell, and get drunk every night and play dice with Satan. Today I already died a thousand times. And I’m here, waiting to Charon, but I don’t even have a coin to pay him.

I think I understand it now; why hurricanes are named after people.

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- cristianrotari

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