#10 Fool Enough


I have ridden drunk horses from the bottom of hell/ ‘cause there is a queen cuting heads off/ singing my name in the darkness of her heart.

So I’ve been thinking, speaking and dreaming about this. About cookie-monsters that enchant girls with magic boxes made of wishes, light and honey. Little suns cross the streets, full of shame whispering to the queen that my love vanished beyond the trees.

Back to your memory, my queen, I’ll be an egocentric coward so make your gamble and let me make mine. I will lick the axe and kiss the dust. I will taste your bloody hair.

So let me be fool enough to fall enough to feel enough the days that should come.

* Imagen orignal del libro de Alicia dibujada por Tenniel's supervisadas por Carroll.