injusto

Yo te quiero, tú me quieres: todo bien. (El mundo gira, los pájaros cantan, el cielo es más azul, ...constelaciones y relámpagos de todos los sabores)

Yo te quiero, tú no. : oh. ok.

No, no te preocupes. No pasa nada. (sonrisa) Estoy la raja. dolor? nnnno, no hay dolor. (guiño)

(Risa) El mundo sigue girando, los pájaros siguen cantando, el cielo nunca fue tan azul,... MENTIRA.

si el único impredecible e inestable fuiste TÚ, que dejó de quererme de un día para otro, por qué por seguir queriéndote.., me siento YO como una loca?

Candy's poem

"Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan. Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha fuckin ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum."

delusion, save me! past wants to catch me! ... :(

quise escapar de ti, pero te fuiste.

"next time I feel butterflies in my stomach while talking with you, i'll drink insecticides."

tratando, tratando, tratando tantísimo de pensar así...

just why to keep trying this hard?..

wasn't drunk enough to say yes, nor sober enough to say no

Revancha

Mediodía. Camino por plaza de armas. Sol, pavimento, y una multitud de palomas. Río al recordar que cuando niña, jugaba a asustarlas y hacerlas huir. Una de ellas me mira como si supiera el motivo de mi sonrisa. Me clava sus vidriosos ojitos amarillos y se acerca lentamente. Imitándola, otras cien palomas giran hacia mí y caminan junto a ella, acompasadas. Me veo rodeada, marchan desde todas direcciones. El ritmo de su caminar se acelera, corren. Es nuestro antiguo juego, su voluntad contra la mía. Cada vez más próximas. No soporto más. Esta vez, quien sale volando, soy yo.

hablando de tormentas eléctricas (L)



... let's see colours that have never been seen
let's go to places no one else has been ...

contigo y todos los bizcochos que pueda comer