Countless…

Thus begins the baby’s first cry when the guardian angel gently caresses his mouth and nose with his wings. As soon as the last tear from their son’s cheeks dried, Theseus and Antiope went down to the Agora with their baby and were photographed in front of the statue of Armodius and Aristogeiton, the tyrant slayers, while crowds of Athenians cheered them with tears.

Thus was established the first democracy in the world.

Really, what happened to all those expensive statues of Papa Stalin?

How I wish I could gather them all together on a hill (the memory of the fall) and on them I could see the airy Maya Pliseskaya leaping to Tchaikovsky’s sounds, balancing on her toes.

Do you know how many painters have balancers and ballerinas as their subject? From what I remember Degas, Toulouse Lautrec, Picasso, Serra…  Max Ernst? No. Van Gogh? No. The one who fed the hungry and full with golden bread and illuminated the whole universe with fiery sunflowers. Dali? Yes, the biggest balancer.

Imagine Daly dying before Gala. How much would she charge for her partner’s mustache? How many multiple copies would be available worldwide? Mustache with fused watches, mustache with ants, mustache with drawers, mustache with beans, double mustache with Garcia Lorca flavor, curled mustache with razors stolen from Bunuel’s bathroom (unique work), mustache with speakers for Amanda Lear’s voice , the crossed mustaches, cross-shaped mustaches, the mustaches of Golgotha, of the Crucifixion in perspective. There is no number… (Countless) … Mustache from aggressive clouds of Fujiyama, mustache from crutches, from Lenin luminous ectoplasms, mustache from Gala’s urine and cellulite, mustache from dollars, from rhino horns, mustache from sea peel, from burning giraffes, from dinosaur’s eggs, mustaches from hardcore elephant  balls, mustaches from diphthong farts, thousands of farts and add even Frida Kahlo’s wheelchair in multiples, while at the Sotheby’s auction were presented seven numbered and gilded condoms of Leonidas Trotski from the heroic and hospitable sharing of the bed with Frida.

When Daly died, the incident was considered an accident and not the natural end of an elderly man. Then a well-hidden secret was revealed. One leg of the artist was made of wood full of holes that were used as nests by five red-skinned lobsters, while the other leg was watery and small sea turtles swam in, feeding themselves from the royal plankton of his brainstorms.

Before giving up his last breath, Daly took out his eyes, cooked them like poached eggs and swallowed them, so that no one could use them to see the world as he saw it. Another event that left those who happened to be near him speechless is the following;  in the last moments of his life from his left ass cheek  sprouted a huge narcissus with hundreds of stamens full of pollen, while thousands of swarms of bees appeared from the four points of the horizon claiming a small portion of Salvatore’s nectar.

This caused the temporary closure of the borders with other countries, the fall of dictator Franco, while the supreme council of the tectonic gallery of Spain resigned as a whole, because it was considered responsible for rejecting the painter’s application to enter it, on the grounds that the applicant lacks morals and is characterized as a disrespectful and great masturbator: as an exploiter of very clever poultry, as a pimp of young workers using the huge chocolate cock of William Tellos… as a snail trainer with Machiavellian fanaticism. He was also accused of being a dodecatheist, because he wrote prayers for Gala-Aphrodite, Gala-Apollo, Gala-Hera, Gala-Hephaestus, Gala-Hermes, Gala-Athena, Gala-Quasimodo, Gala-Ludovico, Gala-Gala etc.

He was also considered a blasphemer because he wrote a scientific dissertation on the Fart and its evolution from antiquity to the twentieth century, while the concert in favor of deafness, dedicated to the dead soldiers of the Albanian Front in 1940, was presented with great success by the New Orleans Negro Musicians Orchestra.

A secret admirer of the Marquis de Sade, Vermeer, Nebuchadnezzar and Nargis, he went down to Port Ligat beach at night with a light bulb and urged local fishermen to have constant intercourse with Gala in exchange for pennies, while he was calmly modeling the robust portrait of Mao’s widow, modeled on the bloodied head of Marie Antoinette, the deadly arrow from the heel of Achilles, the umbilical cord of the Patriarch of Jerusalem, and a glass of warm milk from the camels of El-Alamein.

At dawn he went up to the monastery of Agia Skepi and ate breakfast with the nuns, soup of mashed horses of Saint Mary with holy water and curry. He then confessed his sins to the beautiful peacocks in the yard and returned home relaxed to fight the ghosts of Andre Breton, Jerome Boss and Louisa Bourgeois’ giant spider.

Do you know how many political leaders failed miserably because they could not manage their “ego” and how many people went crazy and committed suicide out of selfishness? Countless … There is no number …