It all happened in one night. The voice roca prevented the appearance of distinct words, but at the same time gave them a sound already heard. A tavern forgotten by the world, the kind where you might meet a fisherman who speaks of sirens to a drunken womanizer.
A night in which life has already been manifested in a multitude of lights and sounds and is about to go out together with the latest fire lit by a vagrant.
That same night, one of the streets of the city, she made her appearance. Wrapped in the smoke of his hypocrisy, the lines of his face seemed barely distinguishable. It was she, no doubt, it is understood by the resigned faces of people he met along his journey. She was the one: the question of principle. No one could to contradict it, was the only certainties in those lives to dispense so on. Fascinated with all his clothes changing, and yet, after its passage, leaving behind only resignation. Yeah, because you good granted prostitute at all, but the germ of his illness in s'insidiava fictitious dignity of men.
No one can escape. Barred the doors. Close your eyes when crossed his face, or you'll be petrified. Her hair, like tentacles, clinging to your soul models according to his wishes. Without realizing it you become its only waste. Do not be captivated by her soothing words. Only then you will be saved. But maybe it
too late. Who among you can say I had never met? Who among you can say I had never looked for? Anyone who has felt the need just a fleeting certainty, has already been sentenced.
It was no accident that a fisherman was speaking of sirens to a womanizer. He wanted to take him on his boat and then drown him in the stupidity of his illusions. I would dive into that boundless sea, lured to be able to grasp what for him was the only valid reason to dive into: a mermaid who is waiting for him to wrap it in the deadly embrace of her conviction.
Contribution of view: "Royal Lodger" by Marcel Dzama, 2003
Contribution of view: "Royal Lodger" by Marcel Dzama, 2003
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