The dressed-up heart.

This kind-looking thing comes right next to you. Without shame, it dares to lean on you. It drags its tired hand towards you and hangs its hook from the bottom curve of your ear. It then gets a bit closer. And with saliva dripping out of its unformed mouth, it whispers in your ear:

Up in the hill, a dolphin swims,
Under the water, a polar bear sings,
Round and round the pirate's head spins,
Tic toc, tic toc, the skeleton grins.

Fuck first impressions.


Drawing made by Diana.

 

The carnival heart.

In PuErTo RiCO, YOU didn't see me dance.
You MISSED the thriller moves. And my body curves flirting with the shadows in the dim light.

Or MaYBe YOU didn't. Maybe you were there.

A dot in the CroWd. Hiding behind ThE glittering, snake performer with the head of a woman that was leading the carnival parade.
YOU had your hOOd up and waited for me to notice you with your hands in your pockets.
The Snake WomAn hissed. She belly danced just for you hoping to be kissed.
But you took NO notice of her. sHE was a symbol after all. A reFlection of EVIL.
You put your hood DOWN.
aND WAITED FOR ME to jump in it.
So you can take me with you, BACK to the land of the sane.

 

Spyros's heart. 

Spyros was very young at the time. Very young. He drew. All day, he drew. He made castles on land. Figs growing on fig trees. Fish rushing under the surface of the water. One day he made a cat. A purple cat with many legs and no whiskers. His mother slapped him.Spyros is an artist now. A painter. A sculptor. Everyone loves his work. Nobody visits him at home. As he still lives with his mother.  

 

The Ziggy Stardust hearts.

The Ziggys embarked on their giant spaceship.
Holding guitar-guns, they marched in like troopers.
Impatient, determined to take off and look for some kind of astrial leadership.

Throughout the journey, they came across other earth losers,
all  marching towards the unknown corners of infinity.
Looking for leaders of thought and dealers of affinity.

Slowly, earth turned into past, moon into future.
Hope went mute.
Calendars died.
Guitars took control.
Music survived.
 

 

The heart sweets.

Two.
Like the poles of one entity.
A morning mood. A night mood.
And in between, electricity, cunningly working on the vibes that will give birth to a human. Or a monster.