Casa Robino

Explanations aren't really necessary. The only thing that really counts is action, acting instead of talking.-Don Juan Mathus(i) Slobbering and sniveling with y'er plans, y'er ol' ghosts roaming the backroads, behind the cottages of places you swore you'd never go back to. You pace the same paths 'til you pace through mud, your footprints sizzle. You walk the amsterdam canals. You sit on the rooftop watching the smoke of the factory beyond.  You'll die in your desire. You intoxicate yourself on madness and cold thoughts that have you shivering in broad daylight, wondering where to go, who to turn to, your wildest fantasies turn and shrivel up in the sun..what sun? You in the wrong place for that, here, brotha. Ah, the eternal misfortune of circumstance. HA HA HA.You retell stories until they wilt.You retaliate. You uphold revolt. You retrain plans you once thought were impossible. We are what we are, now get in the goddamn car. You are not who you are. You wage a war on your sanity. You drink from the bottom of wishing wells. You chase the morning birds out of your heart. And then it is empty.And then it is the end.And there is no way back.(ii) I have loved.-But it was a dream.Is this the real life?-No.Then where?-There.There?-Yes.Yes.-Yes.The questions don't help, do they?-...(iii) 'how do you know I'm mad'? said Alice.'You must be' said the cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here'