The freckles drown me.They push me to the bottom of the sea, where nothing can be seen.I wonder: how will they do down here to hug each other on cold nights?And while, on the edges of Saturn's rings, the spilled blood evaporates in the air, in a tiled corner, the sounds of an electric accordion bounce against the warm flesh that rests, after a storm that swept away the souls of the sad children.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
