"......I CAN'T SEE THE HEARTBEAT......"
What can I hold you with?
I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the
moon of the jagged suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked
long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts
that living men have honoured in bronze:
my father's father killed in the frontier of
Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,
bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in
the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather
--just twentyfour-- heading a charge of
three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,
whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,
somehow --the central heart that deals not
in words, traffics not with dreams, and is
untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at
sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about
yourself, authentic and surprising news of
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you
with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
- Jorge Luis Borges
DARLING, LET ME CLEAN YOUR UNDERWEAR
CHANGINGS ARE SHIFTING OUTISDE THE WORDS.
A leader shall be elected among a group of people . Such group is divided into two sub-groups, each supports a different candidate, let’s say, T & A. When T is elected as the leader, supporters of A shall disagree and protest by claiming the election being unjust (fact is not a con- cern here). Violence could be practiced if necessary, until T is overthrown and is replaced by A. Now, when A becomes the leader, supporters of T shall disagree and protest, until A is overthrown and is replaced by T.
N.B.:  Number of people in this play could vary, from 2 to 63,038,247, etc.  Duration of the performance thus varies, depends on the conditions of the members. External factors may also cause the performance to terminate.
I COLLECT METAPHORS OF LOVE
BECAUSE IN MY MEMORY, YOU ARE NEVER CLEAR
MY LOVE STORY