viernes, 8 de septiembre de 2023


Götz Spielmann. “Revanche”. 2008

“… In this frame of obsession
In this frame
In this frame
I can feel your heart beating
I can sense your doubt
These lips that sing in secret
The private songs you’re lost without…”

A perfect kiss, a perfect hug, a perfect understanding, fleeting snapshots by self-perception, in the margins of unconsciousness and deleterious relationships, because there is a shinning that turns off everything and there must be a place called fate. In the end they die, but not in the way you think they do, blowing their own horns.

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