Love always gives love its strongest face
To Valentina forever.
No one could.
A blood-red world.
My head was spinning. Seeing a wall.
Face painted white.
Turning the wall. See the head.
The wall is painted black.
Yesterday and today is a ring.
Your face is a ring, Sleep!
Something melts into the decor.
The walls move closer to one another.
I no longer remember our memories.
Wings spread without feathers or flaws.
The world is dead.
To die again.
Somewhere else, in another decor.
Ivan de Monbrison
Ivan de Monbrison is a person affected by strong psychic disorders that prevent him from having what others may call a "normal" life. He has found writing to be an exit to this prison. Or maybe it is a window from which - like an inmate - he can see a small square of blue sky above his head. His writing often reflects the never-ending chaos within him, but contrary to this mental chaos, the paper and the pen give him the opportunity to materialize this in a concrete and visible form. Writing can feel like a slow death, but it's better than mere suicide in the end.