ALARMS FROM THE BOAT

COPERNICA HEAR ME//

ALARM ON THE BOAT

IF someone gave you a chance what would you.

do.

Take a choice in words to not make sense. 

warn. 

A mind that is struck to the wall. 

ache.

Uncertain of what is to come.

tick.

Thoughts are better but i cant explain. 

tired. 

Feeling unwired to the beginning of the never ending end. 

unsure.

When will the circle stop forming around me.

nauseous.

I rest in a field of flowers. 

text by: the female zoo

PLACE IN NOW.

weird expression in a wave of color.

heat in reds. 

Silk air of horses running up her back.

Belts pulling in together wondering to change a little.

Small and without.

Look out at someone like her. 

Fancy petals and broken shapes of red ovals pumping air.

Repair your eyes before she deserves you. 

Vision to place, vision to the horse disappearing on her back.

Galloping velvet queen petals.

Ignorance to lonely. 

fascinator to now.

Scented feel of dawn underneath you scattered on the floor. 

photo by: noel 

text by: the female zoo

THE TRUTH IS

Not even herself. 

View me in a different perspective.

Find an excuse to close your almost blackened eyes .

Is this what it is? 

Find yourself in a sphere moving fast. 

fast enough to make you think slow. 

Warning sign ahead of you. 

You realize that your not in control of you. 

Finding yourself closer to the dead end. 

She converses. 

Disruption. 

Forgiveness. 

The truth is antigone. 

text by: the female zoo

a memory of she memory

Light bulb on the wooden chair. 

Vision of you and i.

You with your long blonde hair.

ill never forget. 

You smelt like vanilla.

Once beautiful. 

We wandered to the fields near home.

Another morning siting with you in the farmhouse.

The cow in the back being milked by the boy who once loved you.

Summer blue skies of young us. 

brushing your hair with my purple birds beck. 

melting ice cream on the side walk.

nothing seemed better. 

Flower scented bed sheets that led me to sleep.

Light white colors creating images of the dolls we kept alive.

To sleep to never see you again.

good night.

she memory.

text by: the female zoo

MAY YOU FIND PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE

I.

This may be complicated.

I.

My headache runs down your spine.

I.

The fact of language.

I.

The never gone shadow of you.

I.

Paint the picture of now.

I.

what do  you see that i cant.

You.

All the things that i use to see.

text by: the female zoo 

Photo by: Lara

white

Vaseline on my lips never felt so nice after having you walking in my corridor all morning, touching the door knob and constantly taking off and putting on your shoes. Gasoline smell from the kitchen stove, last nights red wine on the table cloth. Bread crumbs on the bottom of our feet, naked feet touching the tiles of manuscripts and laces of history. im not making sense i know. 

but neither did you make sense yesterday. The red of wine on your teeth, the smell of devil in your mouth. Im tired of your eyes looking into mine. Im upset at the fact you have nothing to lie about. Tell me about the real time you felt my hand. 

Im glad its over.

Im glad your gave me the eraser when i couldnt find it.

 text by: the female zoo

photo by: sarah jones

SPRING FALLING ON DIANA 001

photos by: the female zoo

SHE HAS AN IDEA

Gothic lacework on her body. 

European civilization on her tongue. 

Factions in the period of romanticism. 

Bourgeoisie female.

Permanent ebb away.

Head of absolutism. 

Text by: the female zoo

YELLOW CHAIN AROUND YOUR NECK.

Your Purple sleepless lips in front of the bird.

Chewing yourself away in anxiety to wake the woodpecker up one day.

Your Fingers touching them. 

Hands grabbing, pulling away. 

Your Living in a fantasy.

You continue walking on green grass.

Yellow magenta skies above your head.

You've lost your way.

Turing back the birds no longer sleep.

The woodpecker has no beck. 

Grass turns mud. 

You begin to sink.

Swallowing you down under.

You living in a seed. 

a seed of fantasy. 

Pulling in from a yellow chain. 

around your neck. 

text by: the female zoo

I KNEW IT WAS SOMEWHERE

picture by: the female zoo

TO THE LIGHTHOUSE

I opened a book to read and i found this paper inside. 

the message: 

Hacer puenting y que algo falle.

Dormir en un camping y que te parta un rayo.

Dejar la ventana abierta y que salte el gato.

Soltarse del brazo de su marido en mitad de un riña-

Cambiar de direccion en plena calle y morir atropellada. 

22 estamos metidos en un ritmo endiablado en el que no podemos pensar en la idea de muerte.

Eso les pasa a los otros y cuando nos ocurre nos deja fuera de lugar. 

Como si se nos olvidara que alguin dia nosotros tambien moriremos. 

I put the book back in the shelf. 

second hand books are more than just the written of the author. 

if not the written of the reader-

DOUBLE VISION

two of the same. 

no mirrors.

Diane Arbus for you.

SCIENTIFIC LIFE OF THE FEMALE FLOWER

Rare imprints found from botanical sunday.

Interesting relations between these imprints.

Relation between vase and stem. 

to stem and flower.

to woman and nature.

essence of rose perpetua.

BOTANICAL SUNDAY

Take the petal of your breast. 

Put it on your hair camouflaged with black water.

Take the stem out of your mouth. 

Balance your body in a room with dimmed bulbs.

Bloom. 

hang off the red light. 

silk petals on your breast.

Drowned in pale white.

Text by: the female zoo

photos: Botanical Prints 

SHE'S NOT SYNCHRONIZING

And who cares-

 

  photos by: David Lopezarias 

THE PARIS OF KIKI

SHE MADEMOISELLE

No one told  her about the wrinkles under her fallen eyes.

Decaying seconds of tightened grip on earth.

Elegance of black in slow motion. 

We crossed paths while we cross.

Your dog pulls you tighter.

red bow. 

brown fur.

No one told you about the color of your hair. 

fantasy of whites and grays. 

silver rain burning under the city noise.

We speak but we dont like to.

better off silent. 

i observe your beauty of given solitude. 

She wears black trousers

yellow golden fastened jacket. 

fallen antique coco chanel around her long arm. 

Her lover in her mouth. 

YSL slims surrounding her in white vanilla scent smoke.

 Slim bones.

Slim heart. 

Spiral of admiration. 

she mademoiselle of 77. 

text by: the female zoo 

image: my silent muse Pola Negri

DAYLIGHT

In Limbo traveling in blinding light 

white panels in fragments of blue space

strong intuition of speed

low heights of high.

notion of change. 

because your still living from a frozen night.

text by: the female zoo

polaroid by: luli perez

memories: Faraday 2007