PROMENADE

 

PEGATINAS URBANAS

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Todos los fantasmas van saliendo

La puta garrapata vomitando

Odio

Y legiones de idiotas

Tragando con delectación

Su mierda

Mañana

Otra temporada

The Condor's Nest

Donde nada es

Lo que parece

23142: BALLROOM OF MARS

Divina, estás programada para el baile

y en la brillante nave te deslizarás

en tus manos de metal hay reflejos de rosas

y viento y coches penden del ayer.

Mimosa te diré cuando cante la luna

y tu cara será una estrella sobre mi pedestal.

Suavemente abrazada a tu lobo impasible

bailaremos toda la vida en los bailes de Marte

rock!

Tú hablas de la luz y yo hablo de la noche

cuando los monstruos tienen nombre de mujer.

David Bowie lo sabe y tu mami también

hay cosas en la noche que es mejor no ver.

Te veo bailar con pegatinas en el culo

y mueves con tu ritmo la cara de tus fans.

Eres una bruja de oro eres un pequeño gangster

estuviste con Kaka de luxe pero no te oí cantar

rock!

© https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/images/first-humans-on-mars-artists-concept

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I don't have any friends...

 

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The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven...

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell

Who overcomes

By force, hath overcome but half his foe

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,

Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down

The dark descent, and up to reascend...

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly

Infinite wrath and infinite despair?

Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;

And in the lowest deep a lower deep,

Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,

To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven

Seized us, though undismayed: long is the way

And hard, that out of hell leads up to light;

Our prison strong, this huge convex of fire

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld

Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,

Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate

With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide;

They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitary way.

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven

"THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS IS A GENTLEMAN"

(King Lear: Act 3 Scene 4)

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Twinka Thiebaud

Imogen & Twinka

Eve Babitz & Marcel Duchamp

Meret Oppenheim

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Sharbat Gula

 

MEMENTO MORI

Et dicit illi: “ Haec tibi omnia dabo, si cadens adoraveris me”