It's nice to discover something new like this. How to put it? I think it's very hard to write something that is personal yet not being written for the person. I hope we see more of Luciano on here.
I could hear the clock ticking, the work of the heart keeping up, the silent drudgery, the baby's hand and fingers reaching for that same light and breath. Thanks for this, Luciano.
A desperate life with a touch of beauty. The metaphors are dazzling.
achingly beautiful writing.
Exquisite piece, filled with visceral pain & tangible love.
It's nice to discover something new like this. How to put it? I think it's very hard to write something that is personal yet not being written for the person. I hope we see more of Luciano on here.
I could hear the clock ticking, the work of the heart keeping up, the silent drudgery, the baby's hand and fingers reaching for that same light and breath. Thanks for this, Luciano.