Katia Guido
Biografia
Una gipsy bohemien pantofolaia. Aspirante scrittrice, sognatrice a tempo pieno, lettrice irrequieta. Vorrebbe essere Belle (non per la Bestia ma per la biblioteca).
Segni particolari
Redattrice di Aphorism dal 2005. In tanti, troppi, mi dicono che sono come "Amélie"
Scritti da Katia Guido
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Thirst/Sete
Poesia
I have poured so many words
for you on paper these months
that my mind is completely dry
but(…)
for you on paper these months
that my mind is completely dry
but(…)
Frailty/Fragilità
Poesia
Frailty lingers in the cracks on your face,
those made of laughter and tears.
Frailty is stuck(…)
those made of laughter and tears.
Frailty is stuck(…)
In my head/Nella mia testa
Poesia
I make love to you
in my head so many times,
it makes my longing for you grow
stronger and(…)
in my head so many times,
it makes my longing for you grow
stronger and(…)
The lonely girl (at the counter)/La ragazza sola (al bancone)
Poesia
The lemon taste of lonely nights
cannot be tamed.
She would need all the sugar
in the(…)
cannot be tamed.
She would need all the sugar
in the(…)
I will wait for you/Ti aspetterò
Poesia
One day you will find me
and till then
I will wait for you
like the cherry trees wait for(…)
and till then
I will wait for you
like the cherry trees wait for(…)
She needs/Ha bisogno
Poesia
She needs to stop.
Close her eyes
and look for her face
among the chaos
of the smoky(…)
Close her eyes
and look for her face
among the chaos
of the smoky(…)
My nails/Le mie unghie
Poesia
I paint my nails red
like the colour of cherries.
I wish I could paint my soul white
to(…)
like the colour of cherries.
I wish I could paint my soul white
to(…)
You put a spell on me/Mi hai fatto un incantesimo
Poesia
They say I'm a witch
but you put a spell on me.
I should have known better
but I let my(…)
but you put a spell on me.
I should have known better
but I let my(…)
Drunk/Ubriaca
Poesia
I dream of drinking from love's barrel.
Tapping pint after pint
until I'm so drunk
that my(…)
Tapping pint after pint
until I'm so drunk
that my(…)
Corto: Tu sai perché
Racconto
Era seduta vicino a lui e guardavano attraverso la stanza, un altro tavolo.
Lui era trasandato e(…)
Lui era trasandato e(…)