Pripovedaju da je Odisej sit čudesa zaplakao od ljubavi videvši obalu Itake zelene i smerne. Umetnost je poput Itake sva od zelene večnosti, ne od čudesa.

Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges

21. lis 2011.

Long White Cross

We keep this so dramatic
Its purpose will be added
Cheap whores fall asleep, walls
Profession or performance
You walk upon the waters
We, saw by the sea shore

Now, its time
For the rains
To keep falling
To keep falling on me
I'm tired and ashamed
So please call me, please call me...again...again

The system's so erratic
Paint the earth with static
City glows as the seasons slow
In pretty little boxes
We poison all the chocolate
She, wants what
She, wants
Now its...time

Pluto 2005