My Bloody Valentine
Feed Me With Your Kiss

I walk calmly even though it's a day that holds a deceptive message that I still can't grasp.

I try to think of myself and not hold onto fears. I sit on a meadow and let those thoughts, uncomfortable though they may be, caress my ears because they sometimes need to be dealt with.

"But what if I were less altruistic?"

"Look at that spectacle of the island from this perspective... the background of the promontory outlines it perfectly, like it has a blue halo... the sun is setting, damn..."

"Bah, the hermits have won..."

"But what if I went out one evening dressed as a drag?"

This contradictory, cryptic, chameleon-like, and perverse stream of consciousness is set to music by a storm of feedback. The essence of "Feed Me With Your Kiss" is like a marriage between the soul and freedom.

Between nostalgia, disenchanted joy, and solitude. Only in the end can we illusorily come to terms with our spiritual design, which every day is smoothed, improved, and distorted. "I Believe" reassures us, disregarding our awareness. It is superior to us. We are superior to everything else.

"Emptiness Inside" and "I Need To Trust" are the hours spent feeding others' egos. They make no sense, or rather, they are the zenith of the journey.

Undesired embellishments and complacent flourishes, wallowing guiltily in the stone-throwing of pride.