My parents met in a bar along the big lane from O to T. It was the time of virgins and in her pretty white skirt and diamonds and pearls my mother fell for the man my father was : tall, dark and handsome. Sexually revolted. She was about to get to know a life completely different from all that had been before. Its anticipation filled both of them with a love that lead to a marriage and 3 kids.

- 5 Years -

My mother was busy raising their family. My father hung out in bars 5 days a week. One night he set fire to the farm to rip off the insurance company.
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My mother was a material girl. An emotional girl. Insatiable for luxury and love. The day daddy ran out of goodies, he set fire to the farm.

- Hermeneutics -

Which alinea approaches reality better?
I wouldn’t know even though it is an excerpt from my proper youth. Life doesn’t come in single meaning layers. Indefinite versions of reality.

- Peggy Lee -

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends,
then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is.

Then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.We were so very much in love.Then one day, he went away. And I thought I'd die -- but I didn't. And when I didn't I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"

- Layer over layer over layer ove -

Text as a saran wrap over life. Covering a bowl of savoury interpretations and meanings. Tiramisù, pull me up.

No, that’s not all there is to love, fire or a circus.
There’s so much out there. Go find it.