Dogs days are over, although they’re still out there with the drums and the smooth percussions trading for gold under mines of eyes. There are mountains made of eyes, and children playing around, taking glimpses but not staring, acknowledging there are eyes under their feet but not analyzing a situation that may move faster than their feet can carry and their minds can bare. The skies and gliding up and down, a giant camera fluctuates horizontally, spins and turns into a drunk ballerina. Still fragile, still delicate. Still talented. Yet drunk, with bubbles of dust coming from the sand on which she dances and fluctuates horizontally and spins counterclockwise, like giant flying plates on rainbows of fireflies and butterflies that caught themselves in butter and are now fluorescent like a days’s dawn looked at from a distance, with a neon sign stuck in its back. The neon sign yes, is stuck in darkness’ back and it flies with it on its back just like in one of those songs of Tool. Snakes shiver and hesitate. They like little creatures and all those planets hanging from tides that are already hanging from the big walls built by  drunk deities don’t look that good, they don’t smell nice, they are numb and flawless in such an immensity that wouldn’t allow the snaked to take a bite. The neon sign continues to shine intermittently, cacophonic, analeptic. Snakes back off, they don’t taste the planets, they like little creatures and not giant planets with footsteps of loneliness and relics. Darkness turns to shadow, the fluctuation turns into motion, perfectly animated by heartbeats and systematic rhythms played by bones, the neon sign into the sun and the snakes into our living soul, always afraid of monsters, always afraid of darkness. Somehow, dog days are over and cold is about to bloom.

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became [...] “

Florence and The Machine – Cosmic Love