Let's Dance!

There came an old woman from France
Who taught grown-up children to dance;
But they were so stiff,
She sent them home in a sniff,
This sprightly old woman from France.

-Mother Goose, "The Sprightly Old Woman from France"

The Perils of Seeking Belovedness...

Chasing the Objet Petit 'a in "Group"

Who Are You?

Whether i am an angel
Whether i am a devil
It is just as unbearable
My heart is unfamiliar
Music always changes it
Black and white tears

These songs that my voice is crying
Are not mine
They wrap themselves around

And me

I have you, my dark dream
Like in between their walls
Are leaving the prisoners

And me

These songs that my voice is crying
Are not mine
They wrap themselves around

And me

I have you, my dark dream
Like in between their walls
Are leaving the prisoners

And me

Retro Noir

My eyes went away from me
Following a dark girl who went by.

She was made of black mother of pearl
Made of dark purple grapes,
And she lashed my blood
With her tail of fire.

After them all I go.

A pale blonde went by
Like a golden plant
Swaying her gifts.
And my mouth went
Like a wave
Discharging on her breast
Lightning bolts of blood.

After them all I go.

But to you, without my moving,
Without seeing you, distant you,
Go my blood and my kisses,
My dark one and my fair one,
My broad one and my slender one,
My ugly one, my beauty,
Made of all the gold
And of all the silver,
Made of all the wheat
And of all the earth,
Made of all the water
Of sea waves,
Made for my arms
Made for my kisses,
Made for my soul.

Pablo Neruda, "The Fickle One"

Flashback 60s

Landmarks Within my Horizon

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”

“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

Stephen Crane, "I saw a man pursuing the horizon"

The House of the Bulgarian Communist Party