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097/ buscando a dios/ looking for god


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Swollen with pride I nuzzled close to death, anxious to gain the glory of conquering this world and drawing from its blood the divine design of our faith...
14.11.09
095/ solo come carne de bebe/ it only eats baby meat
11.11.09
092/ haz de cuenta que soy tu padre/ just pretend that i'm your father

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I think about you all the time, but I don't want to see you again. How sad, to be so accustomed to this sadness. I'm actually stronger than I thought. Can you imagine? I know that when I die I will go to hell.
091/ recuerdos de un pasado eterno/ memories of an eternal past

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I would like to use this page to draw a map, one that will resolve this impossible contorsion between us. And if silence is painful, words retrace firmly the depth of our failure. But we have to be open to pain...mute, maimed, deaf and blind: suddenly we're in the adult world.
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