Aloys

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She was single for 20 years.
with your sad eyes.
with black skin…
shadows and echoes.

kiss, sing, make love
Each time a bit lonelier.
The first time is always painful
The female is underneath

Our voices generate an image.
I imagined your voice would be different.
I can no longer
Believe in your invisibility

I film how you eat, how you sleep,
so you don’t suffocate
We’re in the forest now.
Look for someone else.

Lonely people.
We don’t need this bed anymore.
I’m sorry about earlier.
I smelled your tummy on the bus.

hearing is the most important thing.
It helps against melancholia.
The people you spy on.
IN THE COFFIN NOW.

What remains, is the essence.
seven grams of tranquillisers.
That’s from fucking
on New Year’s Eve.

the fisherman catches fish
and always swims into the glass.
Avoid mirrors
You don’t want to see me.

We always meet outside.
Behind the big spruce
Cat medicine cheers me up.
This is our last phone call.

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Failan

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You have to memorize this.

This scarf is given by your husband
it’ll be the end of everything.
Anyway, he fucking misses you.

I’m sorry but she died yesterday.
Since we were apart for a long time
She coughed up blood.

You think I’m nothing.
I kept my promise.
Because you married me.

You don’t know how hard laundry is.
you’re so weak at heart.
I’d rather die.

Fucking means… It means…
The ice will break.
The sea is beautiful, too.

Here is her picture.
Her writing is a total mess unlike her
Pour it around.

Could you untie your hair, please?
She’s perfect.
The mountain is beautiful.

Hey, look at the snow there.
Let’s scatter them in the sea here.
It’s hard to live here without any connections.

pretty face.
I’m begging you now on my knees.
That’s not how you skate.

We started out together.
She’d waited so long.
Funeral.

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Peppermint Candy

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Do you think life’s beautiful?

every time I touch you.
And see the same ocean
of nameless flowers.

You put a candy in every letter.
You were the one so tender
you left so suddenly

full of tears I saw
a 20 years old camera.
Faces reflected in their eyes

You’ve got autumn leaves
Getting water into your lungs
Bless these young lambs.

Your hands are unique.
because I can’t find you
I can’t stand this limping.

My hands are so sweet.
With old memories
in the snowy storm.

Close your eyes.
filled with water.
and listen to real life confession.

Could it really be a dream?
I am so sorry.
I can’t live without you.

Your hands made me think
I don’t want to die alone.
such shabby hospitality.

Tomorrow and tomorrow
all that ruined my life.
love flew away.

I hope it’s a good dream.
by talking about his first love.
Please say something.

 

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Mother

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Give her rice and fuck her.
and clear all horrible memories
that can loosen the knots

it was all because of love.
the junk collector’s burnt house.
Agape Psychiatric Hospital

A menstrual pad.
The insecticide drink.
lonely as hell.

She wore a backpack.
I went to pick you up
pretty girls have no luck.

I slept with a woman.
Those are all lies.
He confessed.

You tried to get rid of me.
Usually you bury a dead body.
Up your thigh to the partition.

Breathe like me.
slowly and methodically.
involving two broken teeth.

Everyone says I killed her.
to remove the sound.
From childhood

you were like a dog in heat.
Here’s a tissue.
This is revenge.

After I got beaten, I remembered.
The memories came back.
The sin always turns around.

The Red Devils
the one with the nosebleed
those guys she fucked.

a blunt object.
in your heart
had been abandoned for a long time.

Don’t cry.
She was bleeding.
it was all because of love.

Why are you lying there?
I felt it in my whole body.
This is driving me crazy.

all the good stuff in the world.
and the water works.
burned down.

You printed the memorial photo
it was hoisted up.
I was so desperate then.

But that night, that girl came in.
They say she had a boyfriend.
I feel so fucking betrayed.

No place in particular.
Actually, I sometimes go there.
It’s completely gone.

So the kid is the guardian.
It’s my only son.
he’s there among the photos.

His eyes are a work of art.
being empty and all.
Don’t trust anyone.

I could still feel
This is nothing, just the basics.
it’s just a memento.

Women.
White calves.
Like hanging out laundry.

Your land line is dead
your face looks unbalanced.
The crime scene seems intact.

did you really take pictures
in heaven’s flower garden right now
I wish this would work in the mirror.

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Dogtooth

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I was in a forest
a game of endurance.
with lights and balloons.

A cunt is a large lamp.
and the room got all dark.
The pain makes you delirious.

I dreamed of you the other day.
venturing out ill prepared
I drank some milk.

my little heart.
It is a very good perfume
to eliminate bacteria.

Spring fills my house.
There are all kinds of sharks.
Children’s flesh in particular.

the body is ready
The temperature will rise
His jaws do not correspond

Try again, with your tongue
open the mouth
the blouse.

Bring me the masking tape.
Calculate the triangle’s area
Dive in.

the blue shark, mako
It had such a great smell.
Softer.

Shotgun
is a small yellow flower.
is a very strong wind.

sit down in the sea
Spring floods
the bathtub. The tap.

He threw stones at me.
and painkillers.
Come close and lick me here.

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Shiki-Jitsu

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I was helpless, had no words

A gentle sound. . .
and in the end, he dies
except through images

But mother didn’t go away
On her birthday, she’d always cry,
Terrified to face the truth

you used that sharp stick
of sorrow and betrayal
the endless darkness

those who are afraid of pain
and the consuming Loneliness
Females drowning in their lust

I like rainy days
I could close my eyes
The scenery flows by cinematically

and gentleness, mercy and
The photographer’s dream
will you stay forever?

The stars are pretty
dancing, with my bloody arms
the ambiguity of human memory

Her heart is overcome by a world
amplified into rawness
my sisters hand-me-downs

Swelling lips
brimming with fantasy,
Hopeless

Nothing came crashing down
but the scent of the way home
I no longer exist inside of her

all the merry people in the world
beginning with images,
destruction and renewal of memory

but there’s no telling. . .
Are we still dreaming a dream?
Open your vibrant heart

in a white dress
Don’t abandon me
When my wish comes true

Fireman ends up burning
scissors in hand
Tomorrow’s my birthday

Parents split up
Dad and Mom are sick
The magical powers

My mother was inside me
awash in cruelty, harshness,
My fantasy about her expands

My unsound heart
hatred and loneliness
look like people’s ex-teeth

I didn’t need to make a film
only sand and sky
I longed to ease her sadness

Tightened strings
Normal sex doesn’t do it
beauty surrounded me

I find myself enveloped
Are you with me because
empathy linger in our hearts

I desperately wanted her
and the excess of intimacy
flows as from a broken dam

Father walked out
deaths in her family
The cat slipped away that day

The human heart is fragile
Having something to hold onto
Weight: 45 tons

We are apart, but. . .
What is the sadness
by the scent of rain

she had disappeared
Yes, on her birthday
Maybe I was no good

Look up at the sky
Three answers
it drifted down, down, down

What she keeps bottled up
at that dreamlike state
of that dark red space

If I have sex with you,
Don’t ever leave me
for my inability to communicate

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El Sur

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It was like opening my eyes
She had a way about her
And so many misfortunes everywhere.

Did she really exist?
on the other side of the globe,
on the banks of a river.

Once I found a piece of paper,
sewing my dresses,
and I filled them with images

sitting next to a window
With patience and lots of shade.
on which you’d written her name

yet I have few clear memories
Even wild animals
had swallowed her up.

I do remember the past
even if it’s just slinking around
In the photo I’ve included

Well, goodbye.
with my silence.
A bit more.

How I loved her!
the hours were interminable.
people get burned from the heat

Spearmint.
the veil.
a faint glow in the sky

That autumn day,
taking care of her flowers.
hopelessly superstitious

the pendulum again.
I could hardly sleep.
It’s better with your hair

Time is the most ruthless
among the photos of couples,
always with palm trees

Or was she an imaginary figure?
on the movie posters.
and strongly going down.

Things between us
I was very nervous
There’s no excuse for firing shots

I waited the whole time
communions and soldiers,
gradually unfolded before me

a photography studio.
others saw as almost miracles.
“Flower in the Shadows”

As if you were getting married.
and your father a demon.
How far down do we have to dig?

trapped.
That’s why I love you.
close your eyes a little

You know who I’m remembering now?
Just words, and only words.
and your father

You talk in a funny way.
of the movie magic you mention.
And it’s been like that ever since.

Dad left in the middle of the night
to ask you so many things.
after such a long silence.

Here it almost never gets warm.
there were others for whom you cared
I’m getting used to it.

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