Yes.
It’s me.
The tempter.
The one who looks for you in dreams.
The one that wakes you up when you have nightmares and comforts you in perpetual insomnia.
In those eternal nights,
i am the one who covers with neon lights the gloom that scares.
We are much more than shadows.
Wild reality that connects with another dimension… the one where everything is possible and the limit is just a rock procedure.
Broken phone.
In an ancient somewhat-rhythmic chat, thick, monotonous and irreverent at times.
Drones,
cyborgs,
robots,
pushovers
and hybrid beings at your disposal.
Choreographies with video projections and fireworks…
one of those who pollute the environment just on a whim with a credit card.
What gives value to pig money?
On a full moon night
look for me in the mirror,
in that sacred corner in the middle of your breasts.
The future is now
and the past a mantra that reminds us of who we are and where we came from.
The origin does not cloister the citizens of the world.
Shibari yes… I always play!
But never again subjected and tied to a bed fighting for my life in the festival of vital signs with an extra diaper and serum.
Apnea!
1
Two
3
Open the door.
Let the new perception reverberate with sensual echoes and enveloping sounds from another remotely controlled atomic dimension.
Yes.
It’s me.
The temptation as a flag.
Let’s fill with cotton candy
the emptiness that you carry embedded in your chest.
Luce and gracefully carrying those dilated pupils,
hearts beating in pack mode
and the sweet jam of desire
that drips and drips from your fleshy lips
(in your crotch)
whenever I want.
Rivers of syrup.
Fountain of life.
Dynamite creativity or
the art of collecting
the moments that are hidden
inside you.
I want to be the miner who exploits the treasures of your body expropriated by the verb.
Emeralds, diamonds, rubies, mezcal, monophonic glutamate and some cacti blooming alive in autumn spring smog.
Your smell of desire drives me crazy, your desire for sinister compulsive sex and that desire to travel without lifting a single finger.
Today I just want to imagine you reading to me.
Literary curiosity from another time, immersed in conspiracy theories of my metaverse.
I’m tired of so much video.
Images
moving letters.
Complex rhetorical animation
based only on the simplicity of the movement paced.
Cadent but never decadent…
maybe slow.
Maybe not.
Good times only design.
If the changing turbulence
runs over you,
clouds your vision
and overshadows your rhythms in perpetual stereo…
I will be the one who will challenge the crowd.
Order of vaccinated zombies.
Ducks in the water!
Cyber voodoo.
Mechanical/cannibal ritual
Electronic incense of cinnamon, weed and techno…
or the invincible force of intense carnal desire.
It’s me:
Motivation.
Joy.
Celebration.
Frenzy.
Or just the curiosity of writing the gourmand list of sensations with which I will blow your mind on this sacred journey,
moved,
eternal
and with no possibility of return.
Welcome everyone to the tyranny of the senses, the luminous debauchery in the depths of your vital darkness!
Because the procession takes place inside and only you have the reins of this carnival trip.
I will be your co-pilot
always faithful to your wishes.
We continue…. On boarding!