When I look, I do not see.
When I look, I see James Dean.
When you watch me, watch me [no more].
When you look at me, I am Sal Mineo.
in my heart.
nest in my heart an absurd hope.
Built with romance, always perfect, my parents,
always perfect with stories, written, filmed, processed,
with intoxicated and stupid idea [my] perfect love.
Your fingers are up my back.
Your words have climbed up to my ears,
have penetrated through my body
and my desires, my hopes have transformed,
you have transformed into a god
celluloid.
Your lips form words that I hear,
words transformed into what I hear
[as heard on false and mouths]. Your gestures are remnants
stringing
with what ever you do,
with what you have always dreamed
[with the false write my own script]. Today you
James Dean on the screen of my
eyes Tomorrow you will be Warren Beaty,
or maybe Montgomery Clift.
Today you are so wonderful that my happiness
feeds your reflection in a cosmopolitan.
Tomorrow can be so disappointing
[a story without a happy end]
my misfortune to drown in the reflection of your reflection in another cosmopolitan.
[until it is endless].
When I look, I see James Dean.
When you watch me, watch me [no more].
When you look at me, I am Sal Mineo.
in my heart.
nest in my heart an absurd hope.
Built with romance, always perfect, my parents,
always perfect with stories, written, filmed, processed,
with intoxicated and stupid idea [my] perfect love.
Your fingers are up my back.
Your words have climbed up to my ears,
have penetrated through my body
and my desires, my hopes have transformed,
you have transformed into a god
celluloid.
Your lips form words that I hear,
words transformed into what I hear
[as heard on false and mouths]. Your gestures are remnants
stringing
with what ever you do,
with what you have always dreamed
[with the false write my own script]. Today you
James Dean on the screen of my
eyes Tomorrow you will be Warren Beaty,
or maybe Montgomery Clift.
Today you are so wonderful that my happiness
feeds your reflection in a cosmopolitan.
Tomorrow can be so disappointing
[a story without a happy end]
my misfortune to drown in the reflection of your reflection in another cosmopolitan.
[until it is endless].
Iñaki Echarte Vidarte of I'm as white as pale disappear (Ed. Vitruvius, 2011).
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