into my house

Into my house you will come, actually this isn’t my house I don’t know whose it is I came in one day just like that, there was no one here just some red peppers hanging on a white wall. I stayed in this house a long time, no one came in but every day and every day I waited for you. I wasn’t doing anything, at least nothing serious. Sometimes in the morning I would let out animal cries, I bawled like a donkey with all of my might and it pleased me to do so and then I played with my feet, feet are very smart they take you very far when you want to go very far and then when you don’t want to leave they stay there they keep you company. And when there is music they dance you can’t dance without them just be stupid like man is so often as stupid as his feet happy as a clam the clam isn’t happy it’s only happy when it’s happy and sad when it’s sad or neither happy nor sad how do you know that it’s a clam honestly it’s not really called that it’s man who called this mollusk that clam, clam, clam, clam... Names are so weird: Martin Hugo Victor is his first name, Bonaparte Napoleon is his first name, why like that and not like this, a troop of bonapartes pass through the desert the Emperor is named Dromedary he has the body of a horse and some travelling luggage. At a far gallop a man who only has three first names, He’s called Tim-Tam-Tom and doesn’t have a last name, a little further still there is no one that matters, much further still there is nothing that matters and then what can you do. Into my house you will come I think about other things but I only think about this and once you have taken off all your clothes and you stand there nude motionless with your red mouth like the red peppers hanging on the white wall and then you will lie down and I will lie down next to you, and Voilà! Into my house that is not my house you will come.