Currently reading : parade armour, amour
You are beautiful. All day you’ve been waiting. You are old. On your knees. All day you’ve been on your knees. I come towards you. I am old too. You fall back. I am trying to save you. All day I’ve been trying to save you. Pounding your chest. Your chest is old. Everything’s slow. Your friends are nice. Mouth to mouth. Your mouth is soft. Everything’s slow. The doorbell rings: a man with a tray full of presents. We trade you for them.
Philip IV of Spain in his parade armour. Gaspar de Crayer. 1620’s