Los amantes.

Harux y Harix han decidido no levantarse más de la cama: se
aman locamente, y no pueden alejarse el uno del otro más de sesenta, setenta
centímetros. Así que lo mejor es quedarse en la cama, lejos de los llamados del
mundo. Está todavía el teléfono, en la mesa de luz, que a veces suena
interrumpiendo sus abrazos: son los parientes que llaman para saber si todo anda
bien. Pero también estas llamadas telefónicas familiares se hacen cada vez más
raras y lacónicas. Los amantes se levantan solamente para ir al baño, y no
siempre; la cama está toda desarreglada, las sábanas gastadas, pero ellos no se
dan cuenta, cada uno inmerso en la ola azul de los ojos del otro, sus miembros
místicamente entrelazados.

La primera semana se alimentaron de galletitas, de las que
se habían provisto abundantemente. Como se terminaron las galletitas, ahora se
comen entre ellos. Anestesiados por el deseo, se arrancan grandes pedazos de
carne con los dientes, entre dos besos se devoran la nariz o el dedo meñique, se
beben el uno al otro la sangre; después, saciados, hacen de nuevo el amor, como
pueden, y se duermen para volver a comenzar cuando despiertan. Han perdido la
cuenta de los días y de las horas. No son lindos de ver, eso es cierto,
ensangrentados, descuartizados, pegajosos; pero su amor está más allá de las
convenciones.

Juan Rodolfo Wilcock~

there.

it's not so hard to trust, is it? now I know it's not.

even in the end, even standing on the edge,

even when the Absolute Wave is falling upon us

I know there was one day, one Sunday

when we were gracefully caressed by Lady Happiness.

i love you [:

笑み.

i stole the smile from your face

and now im obliged to return it.

i'm sorry, but by my foolishness,

it has been worn out.

is there any way you can take me as your smile from now on?

Schizophrenia: 13

Ø

Her Oblivious Love: 12

I wake up.
He's asleep.
Who knows what he dreams...

"I can only hope he dreams about me.
I will blindly hope my love will fix him.
Make him capable of love again.
Make him human again.

I can only hope,
that once he's human again,
he'll love me back.

Dear,
I'm unable to give life,
my body is sterile.
I'll never feel the morning sickness,
I'll never rejoice of the movement within,
I'll never experience the pain of childbirth.

I'm unable to give life,
to a new human.

But if I can fix you,
if I can make you love again,
then I can give you back your life.

The Sorrow & The Joy,
all these feelings you give me.
These are my trials,
my morning sickness, my pain, my life.

My life is yours,
My beloved...
Live.
Live.
Live once again.

Allow me to give you my life.
Let me play the mother for this once.
Just before my life fades,
Let me love you."

His Drifting Now: 11

"Caress,
Hurt,
The cyclical nature of reality makes me sick.
I puke.
I had a beautiful.
One of those dreams, where...
you fall in love.

But... when you wake up, you realize it was just dream.
You weren't even able to say goodbye properly.
You wake up to the reality,
you are not loved,
you have no love!
you have noone!

Have you had a dream like that?

And...
After the dream, were you able to love again?
Being unable to properly say goodbye...

Even in dreams, things are so fragile.

But, this, this this, this, this love.
Stands any injury.
So is this a dream or not?
Tell me dear."

I caress her cheek while she sleeps.

"Are we part of some beatiful dream?"

Her Skin:10

"you are going to kill me"
"you are going to kill me"
"I still don't understand your pain, please don't let me die."
"I love you"
"but"
"you are going to kill me"

"Shall I take my love to the grave, shall I let it rot with my skin, and be devoured by the worms?"
"My dear..."
"you are going to kill me!"