You know, if the sky is blue it’s because angels are incredibly silent. And when I open the top of your car I just can see a face, horrible face with a very large smile. And this smile says: I’m going to help you. When? Tomorrow or yesterday, I can’t remember because my life is still ahead of me. Me and mirror and terrified smile. And you and me. Are we? Just in case, I take the phone. She brings me my pizza but I never order that. It’s stupid. Just like a cat. Crying in the dark. Black. And romantic. Still in hell. Or awake in paradise.
05 février 2008