A swollen left hand is usually a swollen left hand. Inside a swollen left hand there is a whole world. Tear me, open me, see deeply,
everything is empty, withered, scattered, in bloom, dead and alive, a mad dance of everything, everything dances with everything, everything dies and everything is born depends on whether the moon appears during the daylight
the endless secret… it is always there but we can’t see it it is always beautiful but don’t fool yourself there is no light there I have learned to love its darkness its reflection, its lies oh these lies
like the sound of the sea inside a shell I used to place my ear there, trying to listen to the waves oh this big lie I have spent my life trying to listen to the sea a failure all these falsehoods our whole life a constant falsehood, a sequence of beautiful lies
place your ear in my belly button can you hear the ocean of my desire? the scream of my nightmarish fears? my visceral sorrow? my excessive excitement? my sprouting anger?
what about my orgasms waiting in the queue? can you hear them? one behind the other, sometimes patiently lined up, sometimes pushed and arguing over who will pass first tell me can you hear that? oh tell me what you hear
come, let us patiently stay in each other, let us open each other, to see what is inside us, come, do not hurry, it is still too early, everything is fighting us, frightened conclusions are flying over our heads, scratching us, leaving us wounds, let’s wash each other’s wounds, stay inside me and look, oh do not hurry, you have not seen anything yet, this is just the introduction.
Is your right eye ready for the first chapter?