martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011

Notas al margen

This is a beautiful monster that lives as an outsider. He knows everything about us, our most dark and lonely secrets… even those that we don’t know yet.  This outsider monster don’t give a shit about our projections and ideology (really… who gives a shit?) He is just there, and come around time to time to smell us, and hear us talking about his feet and see us writing endless theories pretending to know how his feet moves… Can you hear him? He’s whispering:

I don’t like to walk
I prefer fly
Oh! Dragon
 ____________Big Dragon>fly, let’s fly, fly away.