Ni el guionista de Hollywood después de una temporada de reposo (aka huelga) puede crear una escena que supere la realidad.
Esquizofrénico y drogadicto Angelo Carotenuto pide dinero a su madre. No se lo da o no puede dárselo.
Hace tiempo que dejó de ser su hijo, pero ella no lo sabía.
Empieza la discusión y aumenta la tensión. El la apuñala en el costado. Ella agoniza en el suelo.
Angelo coge un cuchillo grande de cocina y corta la cabeza a su madre. No la degüella, le corta la cabeza.
Y no de una vez como en la guillotina, sino poco a poco porque con un cuchillo no se puede hacer de otra manera.
Mientras, ella agonizaba. Envuelve la cabeza en un trapo y sale a la calle con ello.
Vagando por la plaza del pueblo andaba diciendo "la he matao... ahora está callada, te quiero mucho" y mientras lo decía acariciaba el bulto dentro del trapo.
Todo termina con la llegada de los municipales.
"Risingson", Massive Attack
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[3d]
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my era so
You lick a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
You light my ways through the club maze
We would struggle through the dub daze
I see myself in there upon my lover
It's how you go down to the men's room sink
Sad we talk of how madmen think
I see myself in there upon my lover
I don't know her from another miss
I don't know you from another
See me run now you're gone...dream on
[Daddy G]
Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
I'm dying to leave
Every time we grind we know we severed lines
Where have all those flowers gone
Long time passing
Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking
You keep on asking
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[3d]
Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-poloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about the time you gotta leave all
These good people...dream on
Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
[Daddy G]
Automatic crystal remote control,
They come to move your soul
[3d]
You're gonna fade into the background
Like a better smoke'll bring you back round
Like a man slide inside you my dear
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
See 'em run now you're gone...dream on
Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
I found a reason
I found a reason
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
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