The Devil's Church
- Bones (not) accepted.
SCREW that bitch, This is a devil's CHURCH, A place to get yourself HITCHED, So that it leaves your life in an utter DITCH.
- The beauty of insignificance.
The old man trains the gopher, and tells the other to hunt for a turkey. The other man tells the turkey, and trains the old gopher to hunt. The gopher man hunts the old, and trains the other turkey to tell. "Therefore," Everyone has a story to tell, When life plays itself, there is no need to rush. So just be in it.
- In itself, leaf needs water.
You were sitting in a room, Engulfed by tremendous gloom, As to whether this incomprehensible loneliness Is merely a facade, Or hopelessly doomed. You were sitting in a room, Surrounded by yourself, From many years ago. It is the most painful thing to do, To see and to say, That you still don't know whom.
The Great Sadness of Zohara
- The wail from a withering mind.
Knowing a way out Does not lead to the way out. Knowing a way in Does not lead to the way out. Knowing where it leads, Does not lead to the way out. Knowing what it is Does not lead to the way out. Struggling between the outer and inner self, The way out is to create the way yourself.
Five Filosophical Fables
- The fortune teller and her men.
Surreal Comedy/Social Satire
I walked around the temple, In the middle of the day, No more subtle, Than the kid who wants to play. It suddenly, No long held my presence, Along the side of nuissance, To the little man, Nothing has to say. And I walked and walked. And I walked and walked and cried like the kid.
A Dirty Story
(Une sale histoire)
- When vagina speaks, attention follows suit.
We like to watch, and we like to watch people watch. The room is filled with heat. You are sweating down there from the heat. There is dirtiness in all of us, the unspoken, raw desire, for the eyes, penetrating the skin, hurting the organ. We like to listen, and we like to listen to people listen. The room is filled with scream. You are sweating down there from the scream. There is lust in all of us, the unexpressed, innocent desire, for the ears, titillating the lips, hurting the throat. ...were you there?
(Crin blanc: Le cheval sauvage)
- Light in their eyes.
The poor creature It's falling drowning in its own blood. I'm too weak My head is spinning My foot locked in the sand I see it going without me without my own blessing How long and how far will it take?
Marta Rodríguez, Jorge Silva
- Under-salted sweat.
Direct Cinema/Social Issues
My trousers are blue.My trousers are blue.My trousers are blue. But They Are Turning Black After I Washed Them. My trousers are blue.My trousers are blue.My trousers are blue.
- Man's best friend, also fighting.
The best time to say goodbye I S When the sky starts to cry. Even then, You still may never find out Why.
- Kaiser looking for his chessboard.
War Satire/Surreal Comedy
An uncommon desire, Is to fire, At a moment's notice, To the mire. I Am The fire that Heats up My drink. Here is a toast, To the greatest liar!