The dream of one,s own house

Foto: Eli Neira, taller de Miguel Caro, Colectivo de arte Caja Negra (La obra visual de eli neira se encuentra a la venta de manera exclusiva en Galeria Appetite, Chacabuco 638, San Telmo, Buenos Aires y en MC Gallery, Brasil 204, Santiago de Chile)

The Dream of One's Own House

Translated by Tony Trainor

My house is automatic

My house is instantaneous

My house is disposable

My house is a joke

Ny house is an idea

My house is antique

My house is full of words

My house is full of dangers

My house is full of hats

My house

changes its skin

In my house there are many pictures

In my house there are many circles

In my house there are many rays

In my house there are many points

without return

In my house there's a party

In my house you can smoke

In my house you can dance

In my house you can drink

In my house you can fuck

In my house you can take drugs

In my house you can hear voices

In my house, drunks are welcome

In my house, whores are welcome

In my house, extremists are welcome

Into my house come porn stars

Into my house come junkies

Into my house come the depraved

of all kinds

My house jumps

My house moves

My house rains

My house sinks

My house trembles

My house

falls

My house gets carried on the wind

My house gets carried by the river

My house gets hit by lightning

My house gets swallowed by the hills

My house is full of flowers

My house is full of saints

My house takes a long siesta

My house beats

My house hurts

My house bleeds

My house laid an egg

the other day

My house answers me

My house has hands

My house has wheels

My house has feet

My house has NO alarms

My house has NO doors

My house

has ALL of its lights on

and all its windows open

To my house come the police

To my house come the firemen

To my house come the witnesses

of Jehovah

In my house are a few flags

In my house are a few medicines,

prohibited

My house is burning

My house has hair

My house has feathers

My house bites

My house fits in your hand

My house fits in a crease of your heart

Into my house you come unarmed

Into my house you come with hands up

Into my house you come with respect

Into my house you come unclothed

Into my house you come singing

In my house you don't spit

In my house you don't lie

From my house you go when you wish

In my house there's a secret

In my house there are many crosses

In my house there's a treasure

In my house there's a hostage

In my house there's damage

In my house are the dead

In my house are

the wounded

Through my house go rats

Through my house go bats

Through my house go thieves

Through my house go ants

Through my house go planes

Through my house goes a train

In my house lives a monster,

horrific

In my house there's a bomb

In my house there's a baby

In my house there's emergency

In my house there's a mass

In my house there's a funeral

In my house someone's crying

In my house someone's shouting

In my house someone's laughing

In my house

there are animals

In every part

In my house a herb is growing,

VERY special

In my house there's a bar with

many empty glasses

In my house there's little food

My house is underground

My house is in the branch of a tree

My house is in the moon

From my house you can see naked people

From my house you can see the planet Mars

My house cannot be sold

My house cannot be rented

My house cannot be felt

My house cannot be seen

Forget whatever my house was

My house begins at the tip of your erect penis

My house is multiplied in your semen

My house explands in your words

My house I carry inside me

My house I wear

My house

NEVER ENDS