Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart Page #2

# When the clock of my heart #

# Strikes midnight

we'll catch on fire #

# And blaze so bright

you see the light #

# All I see are stars #

# Suddenly some days #

# My eyes lead me astray #

# Far away down the street #

# Then I can't bear to steal #

# A glance at the sun #

# Or dare to look the sky #

# Straight in the eye #

# All I see are stars #

You often sprout Italian ice creams?

Only if I eat spaghetti

after midnight.

What's that pitter-patter?

It's rain.

Do you like it?

Rain, no.

The sound it makes, yes.

What's that?

A thunder storm?

No, magnetic.

Jack!

Anything but that!

What did you do to him?

You could have died!

Have you forgotten the 3rd rule?

No.

Your cogs hurt when you cough?

It's pitiful suffering

compared to the pain of love.

The more you love,

the more intense the pain.

You experience an ache,

the torment of jealousy

and incomprehension,

then the agony of rejection

and injustice.

Your heart's mechanism

will explode.

I transplanted it,

I know its precise limits.

One kiss, however light,

could destroy you.

Just like that...

Six feet under!

Love is dangerous

for your tiny heart.

Know why I saved you?

You're the child I never had.

How come?

My hard luck.

Nature plays dirty tricks on us.

You should know that.

I shed a lot of tears,

but I came to terms with it.

One day, you arrived,

heaven sent.

A kind of consolation prize.

The idea of losing you

makes me insanely sad.

You see?

That's when you started

drinking tear liqueur?

Among other things.

How are you?

We never got to wish you

happy birthday.

You were so captivated by the

basement of the mountain!

Well?

How was your journey

to the center of town?

I have work to do downstairs.

Well?

It was fabulous!

What was so fabulous?

A little singer who won't

wear her glasses.

What's that?

She's mesmerizing.

Like a bird

perched on high heels.

She has something

so fragile yet intense.

Like kindling.

When she sings,

it's like birdsong with words.

And her nose!

A work of art!

So pert I wonder if it works

or if it's only for decoration.

It's too tiny to hold her glasses.

With a cold,

she snores like a locomotive!

No, a nose like that

only sounds like a flute.

You're sure you haven't

caught a bug?

You have!

It's against the rules.

Against the rules!

I know.

For your own good.

If only I could live without love!

Take it from us.

I fall in love with every

patient who comes here.

And it never lasts

with any of them.

Like the flowers?

I chose them myself!

Took them off a grave,

you mean.

Of a very rich and

much beloved man.

Drowning in flowers.

We just tidied it up,

so people can see

the tombstone.

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