Asphalte et axé.. le ciment pulse dans les lignes électriques des entités. Les rails sont des veines ouvertes où le fer célèbre les morts contemporains. La ville, corps-machine sans temple, fait de son carrefour son autel - bruit, glitch, fumée. Des exus connectés et des pombagiras errantes dansent parmi les ruines. Savoir, c'est incarner : laisser les rues et les signaux traverser le corps en transe électrique. Tout vibre sur le même plan - saint et satellite, rituel et bruit. La ville est un terreau fractal où le délire trace la carte. L'offrande est pixel et poésie : conscience qui ne cherche pas de forme, mais vibre seulement dans l'inachevé, dans l'axé de la pensée..
- Rédigé par Marilú Arcoverde et Élodie de Montparnasse, exploré par tous les autres hétéronymes-entités-devenir - Aurelia Silens, Anca Drăgănescu, Rodrigo Álvares, Vittoria Farnese, Bernat de Laurenç et Joílson Luz | Ayo Nwankwo Sankara | Maurício Matias Timóteo Júnior.
*Note sur la traduction* :
Mes traductions sont des expériences vivantes. Je ne maîtrise pas les langues que je traduis - je chemin entre elles comme quelqu'un qui tâtonne dans l'obscurité par pur amour du son des mots. Je traduis avec peu de ressources, et chaque erreur fait partie de l'apprentissage. Je ne recherche ni la précision éditoriale, ni la perfection grammaticale : ce qui me motive, c'est l'expérience de créer les langues en moi, de laisser le sens se déployer, se perdre et renaître sous de nouvelles formes. Traduire, pour moi, est un exercice de liberté, une façon de penser et de ressentir à travers d'autres voix, même imparfaites. C'est ainsi que j'apprends : en me trompant, en expérimentant, en vivant la langue comme un devenir.
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.