I cannot even make a list of the things that drew me to you; I cannot remember it, do you know? Then what am I doing here, at night inside a room in this cheap hotel thinking about you? What kind of human being lives to think about death? What kind of human being falls in love with a putrefying corpse, one that has fed the earth for decades?
And that Christ on the wall?, why does his compassionate gaze hurt me if I do not believe in his shopworn story? But he looks at me and at moments it seems as though he feels pity. And you? What are you doing standing in the corner? Do you think I do not know you are there? That shadow cannot cover you, simply because you cast an even darker shadow, which is why you cannot even hide in the night.
Or do you only live in my mind? Are my senses deceiving me? Do they lie to me by telling me you are there when in reality you are still rotting in that place you should never have left?
“A thousand-year-old girl” – Words the wind didn’t want to carry away. Recording time: 00:01:11
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