My name is John Alejandro and I am schizofrenic,

I'm not attractive at all, not photogenic either

My best friend is a clawn who gives me some advices

He's got eyes of a frog and he lives inside my ear

He talks too much and sometimes he bothers himself

And when I ask him anything, he almost never answers me back

But he can give his life for me and I give my life for him

We know that there exists a disparity

around our circle/neighborhood

People think that I am sick

Just because I go running round the city with my notebook beside

talking to dogs, wearing short pants and some cowboy's boots

With an umbrella in my hand and a bullfighter's hat in my head

But I'm not completely sick, I (can) talk to people too

I tell them lots of lies just to game/trick with their minds

I like to tell them bad directions for the path/place they're looking for

in order that they get always late to the place they need to go

I walk beside two fairy godmothers flying high with them

and carrying with me serynges filled with vitamins and morphinas

until my veins get all flooded

Then I pass by people, making funny faces to them and they get confused

Perdon me if I am laughing too much

It's just that my mother has died yesterday and I got fired out my job

I owe 6 months rent and there's not any cent in my wallet

and I don't have been taking some bath since Octuber last year

I've got many scars throughout my body

also deep cuts and first grade burns in my skinn

But nothing of this is serious, nothing is delicate

It's just that I never care about them because I pass my day anesthetized

I love to walk all alone because, that way, I'm allowed to talk to the wind

I have never had sex with a nun inside a convent

All is alright even if I know I can explode

suddenly as a mine from the Second World War

I am psychomaniac and antisocial

Right after I greet you I wash my hands with antibacterial soap

I am a mental patient, I confess

But you don't have the right of looking down on me

and treating me with rejection

Come on, get closer, I won't do anything to you

These stains in my t-shirt that look like blood is actually tomato sauce spilled on it

Come on, dear friend, get closer, the scissors I have here are for

working in the garden

I am a serial killer, like those in T.V. series

I collect dead people behind my door

For staving off my hunger, I have cereal moistened in blood for breakfest

I have no family anymore, because I killed my family

Sometimes the doctors come see me

dressed up as ghosts, trying to cheer me up

I suffer from several disturbs, yesterday I put my cat into the oven

And I've been wearing its tail as an adornment on my neck

When the crisis come, I start sweating sodium out my body

And I scream out loud in order to take out the hate inside of me

I also fear the shadows

and because of them, I dare not to go to the bathroom

and I wet myself over the carpet

But this is normal, because I'm just 13 year old

However, I ride my bicycle, and don't talk to strangers

But if I don't take my medicines along the year

then I dream of wounding you everyday

To mince you into pieces using those scissors I told you before

and to put the pieces of you into plastic sacks and to save them into the fridge

Don't get frightened about me, I took my medicines today

I'm in good humor, feeling quite happy and I'm feeling willing

I know my face is looking a bit serious but I am happy

I'm going to play with my friends in the cemetery

By the way, I'm in love with one of those friends

One year ago she died suddenly without leaving traces and witness

She is a beautiful girl with a violet coloured face

And every night she goes with me riding bicycle

She can't talk because she is deaf and dumb

And so, people think that I'm talking by myself and they think

I'm needing help

I am a serial killer, like those in T.V. series

I collect dead people behind my door.

For staving off my hunger, I have cereal moistened in blood for breakfest

I have no family anymore, because I killed my family