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?
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?
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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