My body is a profane temple.

Happiness stays for a moment,

maybe 48 hours

in exchange for 40 days of pain.


Pain inflicted,

pain suffered.

Red rags,

lives in pieces

collapsed like those buildings

in the most beautiful neighborhood

of the insolent metropolis.


By Eleonora Masi


Eleonora Masi was born in Southern Italy and has had passion for literature since she was a child. She started to write soon after, although the enthusiasm for poetry came only later on. She is a tireless traveller and communicator. She recently returned back to Italy for her masters degree after two intense years spent in Istanbul. You can find her on twitter Here