The speed of things....... goes so fast!

All in the terror of the moment
That pounces as it open swings
A line of dots illuminated
For I have seen the speed of things
I fed you in your chair this morning
You made a mess of everything
By afternoon, you drove a sports car
You were driving at the speed of things
You held my hand when I was crying
You were allergic to bee stings
I threw some earth onto your coffin
And thought about the speed of things
I kissed you by the clear, cold river
I felt like I was growing wings
But I grew horns and found another
Oh, a girl to share the speed of things
Oh, a girl to share the speed of things
All in the terror of the moment
That pounces as it open swings
A line of dots illuminated
For I have seen the speed of things

Principio

Como la vida es un camino circular de fobias, miedo a que te roben el celular, miedo a que te engañen con tu mejor amiga, miedo a que te violen mientras doblas la esquina de la facultad con esa faldita cortita, miedo a perez, a lopez, a migueles, a un tal andreles.

Miedo, fobia, PÁNICO!

Mi miedo no cae y recae como gotitas de sangre (a pesar de como recaemos las mujeres), mi miedo es, mi miedo existe y sigue permanente, inerte en el dinamismo del movimiento de la masa de GERONTOS que son directamente proporcionales al avance poblacional.

Tengo fobia a los viejos....

Cuando escriben, cuando piden que los reverencie, que los escuche y que piense que en verdad mi nariz debe chocar con el piso para que los alabe!

Sufro de gerontofobia....