Madrid, 1987 Page #3

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living material have got it all wrong.

The stain is the interesting part.

And the scars.

It's past Coca-Cola time.

On an empty stomach...

Its better that way, trust me.

It tastes like caramel.

I've always been jealous of painters.

Because they don't need

words.

But if you use words right...

But you can't smell them

or touch them.

That's why I hate museums,

they don't let you touch

and the paintings don't smell anymore.

It would have been beautiful

to smell Las Meninas

recently painted.

Good painters

They find a form that is

at the service of an idea.

Literature struggles to tell in words

what can't be expressed in words.

It gives emotions a name

like a scientist

names an illness.

But..

how.

How can you tell this,

for example

There are...

There are too many glasses

between us.

And what you see is much less

interesting than what i see.

I've lost interest in kissing,

actually.

It's great when you're a teenager,

when kissing someone feels like

you reached the top of a mountain.

Later kissing feels like a formality,

like filling out paperwork.

You can't wait to sign and move on.

Maybe theres a limited number of kisses

a person can enjoy.

Yes, maybe.

I must be down to...

my last handful.

auioo

Come.

Come.

I'd like you to take off

your clothes for me.

It doesn't have to be erotic.

Make it something artistic,

like a gift.

That's it.

A gift that will allow me

to appreciate your beauty.

I'll stay right here.

I won't move, I'll just watch.

Like I'm taking a stroll

through the Prado Museum.

I won't get naked.

I got naked for you.

You came to take everything from me.

Let me take something from you,

even if it's just your clothes.

You wanted to meet me,

thinking.

What can this guy teach me?

Maybe I can squeeze

something more out of him.

More than what I've squeezed

out of myself over the years.

But you wanted to see

if there was anything left for you.

I think I've been pretty faithful

to my caricature.

This is what I am.

Were you expecting something else?

Were you expecting something else

when you agreed to come here?

When you came up those stairs?

Did you think I wouldn't ask you

to sleep with me?

That I wouldn't ask you

to take off your clothes?

Please, being predictable

should be an obligation.

I just wanted to meet you,

listen to you speak.

You've met me, I'm speaking.

I admire you as a writer.

Forgive me if I prefer to admire

something more physical about you,

something more palpable

than your talent.

I'm sure you're talented,

but I've met

plenty of talented people.

And seeing a new body

is something you never get tired of.

Unfortunately we don't have all day.

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