K.I.A.N.Y.

Achilles sits hory head in hands His warriors mane blowing in the wind from Houston street . Two naked Puerto Rican girls walk around us in the appartment as the news comes in we are one Patrocles less. He has left for some obscure coastal town in Mexico to manage in that quieter realm. But I knew this was a lie. He died in my arms the night before, vengeful and silent. Pierced by Hector's China white line!