§ 0. Preamble


Gardens, twilights and labyrinths

It’s not as golden as Zeus famous shower

It doesn’t, not at all, come from above

It’s in the open but it doesn’t get stolen

It’s not that gold

It’s not as golden as memory

Or the age of the same name

It’s not that gold

It’s not that gold

It’s not gold at all

I wish it would be your color

I wish this would be your color 

I wish this would be your color

your color, I wish


Einstürzende Neubauten, Sabrina

Leave a Reply

Discover more from Locus Terribilis | Apuntes sobre el mundo contemporáneo como un escenario de desolación

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading