"......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
BECAUSE IN MY MEMORY, YOU ARE NEVER CLEAR
DARLING, LET ME CLEAN YOUR UNDERWEAR
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.
MY LOVE STORY
CHANGINGS ARE SHIFTING OUTISDE THE WORDS.
I COLLECT METAPHORS OF LOVE