to v.v.

Vandel, whereever darling you are, i still hope you dont torture yourself more than necessity.there is a bad connection via mail., there is no chance to meet in the middle of the talk, , no chance to go inside of your poem astrigent orphan, to the issue of being out loud and rockus vs. spread bell of mourn.

if one happen to be an arrestant of cloaka maxima-sport club med-loony bin, there is no chance neither to spit all the surplus of gathered cyanide, which would decy cover this swelled occident as those black bats on skull, nor to reach to you and to some imaginäre subterranean friends the remedy against "state" and against " cannibalism".

the only what left is sink in sounds of bell of mourn, which slowly make a hole in my brain which fills with odd essence of lemonjuice, like once you felt in your poetic shard, may be it was poetic shard#44.i dunno.

wherever tesoro you are. por favor, keep strong, waste love, but by no temptation dont stick your long nose out of underground to the surface of this ugly world. and imagine peace..