I want to find a name who will give me a hand, carve my eyes, contour my head, dress my stomach, feel my heart and dance me a mean tango.
I want to wink at a robot who will pump harder then the midnight train, zigzag faster then a gazelle, flash the colors of the rainbow and mimic the hurricane rain.
I want to smile at a body who will read me stories, corner me at the photo stand, whisper me a melody and buy me one mean gelatto.
I found him yesterday on the artist table. Curly hair, luscious teeth, colourful feathers, standing slim and tall, dressed like a roaster in aluminum foil, a comic book character of sorts laying under a pencil of an illustrative page.