A crocodile was hiding in the coffin. The car was driven by two confused clowns. I was sitting on the roof, playing the piano, while a gorgeous ballet dancer dressed in black licked my belly button.
We assaulted the grocery store by three in the afternoon. Widows were laughing, the police was chasing men dresses in gorilla suits. Identical twins ran up the stairs and cried after opening my bedroom door and finding the violent orgy had started without them.
Sometimes I dream that I travel. I wouldn't day it's the expression of an unaccomplished desire, but a haunting nightmare. In my dreams, I have to make long distances in short hours, buy plane tickets for which I have no money. In my dreams I miss the train, I get uncomfortable seats, the stewardesses want to poison me, the car crashes.
The crocodile ran away, to study finance, get a job in a bank from nine to five and settle in a nice middle-class neighbourhood with an idiot wife and three little baby reptiles. The clowns didn't see the red light and ran over an old lady who was, coincidentally, on her way to kill herself. I ran out of batteries and decided to take a nap inside the piano. The ballet dancer broke both her feet trying to jump over her shadow.
The grocery store was on fire, the widows were now bastards and the police locked itself in a phone booth. Gorilla men started a revolution that costed several thousands of life changes, turning miserable grey existences into self-improved mentally focused conformist individuals. Identical twins said goodbye forever, and went separate ways to find individualism in rather similar experiences but with different landscapes.
I accused the crocodile of fraud. He went to jail and his wife had to strip to feed their baby reptiles. The piano fell on the ballerina's head and the clowns cried in confusion. The fire at the grocery store was put out by the ghost of the old lady. The police died in the phone booth and was buried in it.
I normally dream that someone gives me the possibility to fly to Argentina for a day or two, and then come back. I always reply the same: " If I go now, I won't come back, I know it".
