Now in english. Because now is in english. Its a loneliness in english, with all the mistaken words, all the wrong construction of the sentences as the constructions in life. All as the same bad buildind that keeps holding people inside without being finished, all in one vertebral column, as Frida´s, as her beautifull eyebrows together, the only thing that remain together because belongs to her. Because belongs.
Everything keeps falling, I am in the top of the building troughing things to see how they fall, to see how they crash in the floor and become thousands of pieces, meaningless peaces instead of a hole body that can always hurt, break a heart, this heart that has now all the shields, the mask and the boxing gloves and is fast as never before to run away on the first sign of weekness.
We run away from weekness heart, not from love, we are scared to fall into an empty place, into another infinite hole, because we have been there, as Margaret, as many others, we all belong and deserve a full hole but we are always looking for the way to break the walls and let the water come in and kill everything inside, to have the empty hole again, because that is what we know, the know zone, always the easyest way to keep walking, to remain remaining.
