Feet, What Do I Need You For

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

It Was Worthwhile To Come Here Only To See Why Europe Is Rottening, Why All This People - Good For Nothing - Are The Cause Of All The Hitlers And Mussolinis.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

Surrealism Is The Magical Surprise Of Finding A Lion In A Wardrobe, Where You Were 'sure' Of Finding Shirts.