A Beecher's Brook is love
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
She manipulates
Steals my mind and hides it in her garden

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Cupid masturbates
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Shoots me in the back
I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now
Only love can bring me down
Somehow
Somehow love must bring me down
I've become the fan and the bellows

Not me...

one last thought before my gun is fired.

You're all right for love
New York's the shit
Little runaway boy
Do it again, do it again.
Run, run, runaway little boy and
Get your foot in this trashy world
Empty-hearted bus by your side
Lick your lips and fucking suicide

Glass floor

A long, long time it lasts...
sticking to a lie
because it gives you a hold
the unadmitted truth is that you can´t face the fact
that it´s all over.
I always lied to myself that
it wasn´t all over,
there´s still something
not now ... but soon, later...

Interesting enough, when i saw
there was no continuation,
I got cold feet and said
it can´t be like this...
...something like that...
I said I think it´s instinct or something...
it won´t work out, I´ll start within to build, as if...

(Frightening, how much the body can take... and so...
Bodies recognize each other... souls have gone... it´s over...
How much has happened when it has to end...
yet it still works...
still works...
...well, needs...)

routine things come back to...

(...how long you can...)

But what can you do
...dream...

(that. No?)

That.

And in your imagination
in the end...
then what will happen...
what will happen...
the doorbell rings!
So what happens
if I open the door?
I realized, I can´t
handle it... because...

there must be a distance

because that´s how I handle it.


That might be too much...
So many times I dreamed...
about one more encounter,
what it would be like
after fourteen years,
but then...
I don´t want to see hair
that once been black
be grey.
I don´t want... to see
realities... then no future...

Why, isn´t there anyone,
who you really think...
it won´t work?
Can nobody manage that?

(No)

Are you sure?

(Yes)

I always thought this
only happened to me...


Bella Tarr, "Almanac of the fall"

Zombie ZOO

elefantito, jirafa y chango

Oh ...

Are you still there ?
Or ... have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away ?
Oh ...