Luigi Soldati Classics

A violence for a year now, but so present that it becomes obsessive, a nightmare.

which slowly destroys me, because I can't get rid of those images, because an act.

Violence can also bring pleasure to those who suffer it, libidinal, I'm going down.

In an endless abyss, a black well, hideous, this is madness, yes, I feel it so present,.

so master of my poor sick mind, it's as if an octopus were stirring perhaps.