last forever

there is no germany of course yet my skin ís the silence behind her borders. discrete mutiny. i lie on the floor. i see the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. you set me on fire but there is no oxygene now. you can feel the demon -somewhere round the corner- distributing the particles of evil. then the blast. interruption. the time ceased to exist. there is just the space. no ambivalence at all. cruel and clear.

good night theo.

::: la tristessa durera :::