"I am made of instinct and rage, of burning flame, of swirls of smoke and inkwells full of ink that stains papers and fingers, I am made of torment and blood that pulses, red as wine, to be drunk, sucked and bitten, intoxicated by the scent of untamed wild sweetness, of liquid eyes that know how to look at me, of patient haste, of low music, of vanished voices that tell of ancient sorrows and sincere smiles, of silence, of thought and body, of unconfessed feelings, of a lump in the throat, of hands that grab me and nail me to the wall. I am the guardian of moments."
Created by d'Araprì