viernes, junio 08, 2007

picture 2004

Look at it,
I am no longer afraid.
I do not mind if you stop
and think about it.
I even want you to study every detail.

All i see is me smiling
(but my mouth remains closed,
but i would never talk again)

It is relieving
to know you will not see that

Maybe it is my clock the oddity to you, Maybe it is my clothing.

A wrong thing,
The only difference.

I will confess, I need to confess:

I have nothing to do with that image,
I do not think like it,

I do not resemble it.



Please burn it,
Promise it,
and you will be my favourite magician,

Erase it,
it is not much to ask.

Just one year.