flecked

I've seen you're a stranger.
You aren't natural.
From what kind of culture do you came from?

Are you romantic, manic...?
Do you fall in love with everybody?
Are you a spy, a psychologist...?
Are you playing with serious things?

Do you feel ashamed of what we're doing? ...flecked.
Do you have the blame? ...not the blame but the fleck.
Millions of looks making you fall down. ...and my gaze whising all-of-you fell down.

Do you laugh at serious subjects? ...who decide what's serious?
Would you laugh at another mean? ...they hadn't got the only mean.
Would you laugh at important people? ...they hadn't got your mind.
Would you laugh at a masterpiece? ...they couldn't make you taste by their taste.

Would you be as they wouldn't want you were?...

[paranoias, Enero de 1996]