Road to Texas:
American decadence, bayou, hours of music, diving into our memories
The road is a romantic place where we are becoming useless and we cannot transform anything but our memories and desires.
Erasing all illusions of power.
An evening at Wal Mart in san Antonio, texas, was the most traumatic experience into reality of all my life. A day at the funeral:
American decadence, bayou, hours of music, diving into our memories
The road is a romantic place where we are becoming useless and we cannot transform anything but our memories and desires.
Erasing all illusions of power.
An evening at Wal Mart in san Antonio, texas, was the most traumatic experience into reality of all my life. A day at the funeral:
Carlito:le cobra invisible a plumes se glisse sur tes chairs. Enfoncant ses crocs dans ta peau. Je viendrai lécher le sang qui coule sur ta peau. Je graverai avec ma langue sur ton cou le symbole sacré de l’immortalité. je disparaitrai en toi pour l ‘éternité.
seven seconds seven minutes seven levels of consciousness seven seals I will send you from the desert.
Another level of consciousness: new diaries, new transcription of emancipation: telepathic serenity------
I am ready to change-to go in another field
Maybe vanish on an island, with a pearl diver
And chase secrets
Paint for the trees
Devote myself to silence, to a spiral
Coconut fire-recognize my finger prints