The story of Inferno, the fire demon that ravaged Herten.

A terrifying sonnet about life and sacrifices your parents make for you.

You are too hot to handle.

Il male è in fondo più noioso del bene.

Una terribile rivelazione.

La conoscenza del mio Dio.

I wrote this poem when I was very depressed. It is about suicide and how in "Dante’s Inferno" the seven level midcircle was where all the people that killed themselves went and were turned into Thorn Bushes. They were eaten by harpies and later restored back to a Thorn Bush only to be fed upon again and again…

L’inferno è una condanna a ripetere sempre le stesse cose. Una coazione a ripetere molto noiosa. L’amore dona più libertà dell’odio.

Contestazioni sui peccati riguardanti il sesso e strane fantasie su inferno e paradiso.

FINALLY! I am inspired to write again about attraction, love and passion. It’s been a long time coming…..