For your birthday I buy you a pussy. It is not a pussy like the rest of them. It is a beautiful automatic pussy. it cries when you cry and rests when you rest. Sometimes you can put it on standby and it reminds you the times you 've cried and slept with your eyes open, with your head ahead, with your elbows straight, with your knees on bed.

On your pillows I lay my arms. They are quite nice nice arms. Full of memories of the past. Full of plasters and stitches. You say, that's enough. I take off the plasters. I stare at you. I cut the stitches.

On your pillows, I lay my arms.