Section 2: Travels
Travel (XXX)
I don't know how to amuse myself. I have to go north.
My father didn't have any ambitions.
I want my finger. It's the most exciting situation
of my last seventeen hundred years.
Travel (I)
So far, nothing to mention.
All these mutants are still in peace.
And my prescence does not generate tension.
Nothing to this land for me.
I'm still without responsability.
Where is it that I have to head to?
It used to happen to my folks.
No entire armies, battleships,
abrasive waves and acid rain
conflict, chances to miss,
sacrifices, explosions, tits,
something accidentally interesting.
I'll keep marching.
Those that follow are coming with me.
Travel (III)
These short hunchbacks insist
that something conquerable
is at a minute's horizon.
One minute, to be precise.
Peasants and landlords
they've guided me to their Highness
across plain fields. Main feels.
Their grunts are already exasperating,
and their weird, high-pitched hums
are continuing.
One of them is stuck in my head.
I repeat it as I am in front of the Highness himself.
I don't bow down as we meet.
We understand each other almost instantly.
Travel (II)
Here I have five female snakes around me.
We're chewing bones.
Their leader is dead, they told me.
We were caught in the middle of a storm,
as I accompanied them to their new home
of their choice. It's dark, the outdoors on top of us.
We're silent, and they're especially sublime.
I've never had a moment like this,
but it's more than fine.
I've had enough privacy for a lifetime.