Wine

Posted on by lignes invisibiles

Wine, wine, wine, wine, wine, wine!

– how many more times I am going to scream wine

before I realise that all the bodies,

which never met were meant to meet

and all the bodies who met were meant to fall.

Wine, wine, wine, wine and wine again

I scream

as my heart flies away for another dimension

being now replaced by that mechanical pocket watch

hanging down my throat, reaching my chest

tic-toc, tic-toc!

my heart will go on

and wine will pour down my mouth

A dark red vomit – vomit of wine, vomit of life and death

because everything I knew was sure

and because I knew, I ended up alone

I just knew too much

The pocket clock keeps ticking until someone finds my body

white as it is and lifeless

with a particular beauty of all the contrasts gathered together

dark, black hair, white, pale skin

tic-toc and tic again, death is life and life is death once again!

Pour more wine, pour it all, vomit the world, vomit the acid you have inside

and make your going away, just another spectacle

a spectacle, in which everything moves slow and falls down in small parts,

dissolving , dissolving, everything is dissolving…

My face, my hair, my chest, my legs, my arms, my ears.

18 thoughts on “Wine”

    1. Hello my friend there, the last days are a bit of crazy for me – kind of down and sad because of what it is going on. Forgive me for not replying to your other comment. Thank you for passing by here and reading!

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Published by lignes invisibiles

I started writing when I was a child. When I was a child they used to call me "Lallina". I come from Corfu, a small island in the Ionian Sea, Greece. In the past I used to live for three years in Germany and Berlin. After doing my Master and living in Germany I have decided in September 2018 to move to Barcelona. Spain is a magical country and I decided to move there after living in Germany to change my life and myself. Initially my plan was to study theater in Spain, but later I started building small puppets and entered the world of puppets for a while. Now I am are more interested in painting. As for writing, it was always my best companion. Empecé a escribir cuando era niño, en la escuela. Cuando era niña solían llamarme "Lallina". Vengo de Corfú, una pequeña isla en el mar Jónico, Grecia. En el pasado vivía durante tres años en Alemania y Berlín. Después de hacer mi maestría y vivir en Alemania, decidí mudarme a Barcelona en septiembre de 2018. España es un país mágico y decidí mudarme allí después de vivir en Alemania para cambiar mi vida y mi mundo interior. Inicialmente, mi plan era estudiar teatro en España, pero luego comencé a construir pequeños títeres y entré al mundo de los títeres por un tiempo. Ahora estoy más interesado en la pintura. La escritura, siempre fue mi mejor compañero. Bueno, probablemente descubrirán también algunos bocetos. En 2020 comencé también a grabar algunos de los textos, que están disponibles en soundcloud. El propósito era poner los textos a disposición de las personas que no pueden ver.