New York, where are your neon tubes?… Forgetting times of Russia, that Moscow of the crazy speed… I drag the interstellar worlds that came from U.S., its plains of redskins, the sword… May continue being a corner for lust, maybe a nice portion… Coven at night, with heat in the bowels and the sky made of ceiling. Do we keep hiding it or no longer?
Within a few days they want to take me to the streets. To a place in Madrid where they meet strange people who like comics, paintings, drawings and that kind of stuff. I have fear, It’s quite a while since I’ve been in crowded places, or I did recently? I don’t know. They say that the outing is about a book… what book?. For some time they have talked to me about books, buff, even about books I do; one day I have to review carefully my past to put a little order, but now it’s not the moment, here in the fallen skyscrapers New York there’s no time for anything.
Today, under a bright moon, Gray-Haired, Hats and other madman, David, we went to see an exhibition at the gallery Soledad Lorenzo, have left it cold as ice. I see that there’s art that still separates the public, some of the artists drown in their ego, do not communicate, is not even his claim, that art is aimed at an audience that is as decadent and thinks theirselves elitist. This author chooses only a complex art that is not even complex, not enough for me. It is empty, without soul, only good for him. A bad installation, meaningless.
It’s funny how much can you take from a single joke. A joke! Bored in the study I said to myself… I’ll have some fun now that these two are gone! I wrote without thinking and upload a couple of photos that were at hand. I thought they would kill me. However, this strange space has become the confessional for three nutjobs.
– Luis Royo I think the American is jealous. He has been able to make tea for Luz, but I don’t think he’s been able to caress her skin like me. I have been able to slip by her groin gently with the delicate hairs of a brush, I could entertain myself in the corner of her lips, I could enjoy the shape of her ear …