Drafts, thoughts and poetry

Stage work

Perrxs de reservx

A selection of mad images.

It smells like death again

Motionless blood in our veins

Don´t know why we strive not to be alone

Alone, my loneliness, is a normal way of being.

We don´t even struggle among clichés,

Beasts tormented by their own absurd.

-smells like death-

Poor, poor troubled soul in this ugly body,

In this tiny body, too tiny for a dream that big.

Beasts tormented in the absurdity.

The order of the day is clutter.

Alone, my loneliness.

We strive alone.

Merging flesh is a delusion of minutes

Alone, my loneliness, is a normal way of being.

Alone, my loneliness