Las mujeres visten en color de flor, y los hombres de color corteza.

Pest: Give me your body!
Moi: No!
Pest: Give it to me!
Moi: No!
Pest: I want you! Want to spread myself in you, give you fever and pain enough to feel me inside you, want your flesh! I want you!
Moi: No!
Pest: I desire you desperately, my dear!
Moi: In the name of science: I invoke the protecting shield of Alexander Fleming!

Whispering Conscience: Do you see the wolf staring at us?
Whispering R.R.Hood: Stares at me, not you.
Whispering Conscience: Is right out there!
Whispering R.R.Hood: But also within when I close the eyes.
Whispering Conscience: Wolves deceivers ever, his nature must trust not.
Whispering R.R.Hood: Sacred Nature of Woods, let me not see it as a puppy in wounds!
Whispering Conscience: Not in wounds dog runs away when unconsciously thy inner wrath displayed.

Hay olor a cerezas en el aire del bosque prohibido.

Los lobos huelen si una fémina se siente bien.

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Conciencia: Opium. Ninguna otra opción resultó.

Conciencia: Lo que no hagas de niña lo harás de grande, indefectiblemente.
Capericela: A esta edad VVZ? Te parece?
Conciencia: Sí.

Wanna join that party!

( Junior Brown is playing)

Necesito un patín de hielo y acabar con esta pulpitis YA!

Habemus sábana enchastrada con mermelada de frutos del bosque.

¿Augurio de dulces sueños?

Forest Fairy: You did it well! You deserve a prize!

And she brought a little frog. Stupid.

One day I´ll come to you.

Or may be not.

Me da miedo el cambio. No sostengo el frenesí.


...5 años despúes: te sostento el frenesí, te sostengo el cambio, lo que venga!

Bro: "qualia"
Me:  No la cazo. Je ne comprends pas.
Bro: You will take the time.

& he stared at me in a serious way. 

Ni lobos ni bosque. Sólo cemento y alimañas putrefactas deseosas de llamar la atención con pseudo patologías rotularias. Mediocre ambiente asfixiante.

A wolf came in last nite, banned permission he had. Grabbed my arm to take my spirit to the darkness of his own.
Then my voice sounded, and he was pulled off, straight to  his den.
Then, I woke up. Then I slept.

Vultures speaking about women.

Pathetic.

Felicità a momenti e futuro incerto... Troppo incerto.