Thursday, February 15, 2007

Lousy fags; plenty ashtrays

A letter in smoke, a view with no eyes, a smile passed passes Throughout the heat.
· Was wünscht dir mit die feuer?!!!
· Was wöllen Sie rauchen?!!!
· Wo ist verboten?!!!

· Wohin gehe dieser zug?!!!

· Where’s the rush?!!!

· Look at the timetable, I must be home at 20h00.

· Est-ce que les lumiéres sont lá ?!!!

· Troppo fare, parlare niente.

· Ein andere, und ein andere, wo sind sie ?!!!

Running in the stairs, flying in the highways, dancing in the water.
The man helps the little lady to survive.
Smoke’s in his lungs, the machine operates random movements.
A cell and another one, a bruise and some eyes que regarde la mer et le vent, avant une voyage, prés de la lumiére, oú il écrit ça que est dedans et les animaux que ne parlent pas avec lui.
Talking to a stone, seeing time’s past.
The man jumps, when he’s crying out loud: SURRENDER.
Wheelchair’s there, the angels are knitting a pair of wings, while the sky’s still blue and yellow is just a primary colour.
Leaves are fallen, sun is rising; the child is still playing.

· Give me something….
· Forget thoughts…
· Live moments….
· Embrace this or that.
· Form a dictionary.
· Arrange your closets.
· Climb your stairs.
· Eat, that’s all.

Try to figure a cloud, try to figure a number, try to figure a colour: says the Lady to the Gentleman.

· Fight it.
· Follow rules.
· Eat soap.
· Drink water.
· Forget or else be forgotten.

Red jacket, white trousers, pink socks, yellow shirt, blue hair.
Cross the road, look to it, through it.
The light is calling, but the sounds are collapsing.
Where’s the food cries the old man to the garbage man.

· Climb a tower.
· Jump a bridge.
· Inhale the city.
· Feel it.
· Enjoy it.
· Get together with people.
· Talk and be quiet.
· Write and lessen nicht.

- Mit wem bist du? sage das mädchen fuer der Mann.
Ich mache was ich will und ich will das nie.
Wohin willst du gehen?!!! 
Wo bist du?! 
Der Mann fuer die frau.
The hunde ist mit ein katz, die frau willst ein Mann sehen.

· Where are my pills?!
· Where’s the water?!
· Where’s the mountain?!
· Where’s the stairs?!
· Where’s the desert?!
· Where are the cages?!
· Where are the closets?!
· Where’s the spiral?!

She asks too many questions, without seeing in his eyes.
The thunder is there, the desire’s there, the need’s there.

· Je veux ça.
· Tu ne veux pas me donner ce que tu as.
· Chante, parle, écoute et rêve.
· Il colori, il sogni, il negro.

Taking pictures, making a movie, watching movements, in and out, graal in, graal out.
A tiny bedroom, a huge box, the woman is filled there.

· Where’s the space?!
· Where are my belongings?!
· Where do I belong?!
· What’s this chair doing here?!
· Why’s everything’s blank?!

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