Sometimes, when I take a stroll, I get pretty crazy ideas which are later turned into a short story, comic or a poem, as in this case.
YEARNING FOR A LADYBUG
OF A STRAWBERRY LEAF
Silently, she cries
like a burning church,
in a land of blooming cocks.
Faced toward the locked room
Faced toward the locked room
where her father sleeps naked and blue,
she dreams of One-Eyed Death dancing
until the Sun turns black.
Cut its head while it's fresh!
And swing, swing with a darkened sky
in your melting heart.
The ants panic again.
The Great Masturbator (1929) by Salvador Dalí
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