First approach
In the world bad news are good news
Not in mine.
I could say that my world is like the currency of illusion
However, the certainty that there is a world abroad, and that I sometimes stumble upon it, I have
but it is not my world
or simpler still, I don't want it to be.
Of course there will be those who say: look at her, so evasive.
I don't really fucking care.
It's my negative positivity I know speaking very quietly.
I write and curse, but if I verbalised it, it would come out like a la-la-la.
And I'm a chronic swamp at times, playing at being a mirror of water.
{although I have moments when the ocean is just a drop of my blood}
today, for example, it is.
And I run the risk of having an outburst, one of those of love.
Let's leave the outside world out of this talk.
Do you feel you can be here building your world?
Maybe not. Not everyone can.
And if you can, congratulations, that makes me happy.
The variables
Sometimes we find a full belly, an empty heart.
And there is also a well-known phrase that says:
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread. Mother Teresa
Renunciations
If you are willing to go where your flower lives
You must overcome your fear of heights
There will be no God to escort you
No good
Nor bad
You will be alone
With your shadow.
Egocentricity
He has a pile of books in a drawer, books he hasn't read. He has socks, shoes, clothes he doesn't wear... sometimes he curses, he threatens to throw everything away, but he can't find any real reason he says to do so, it's not enough that they belong to him to be less than they would be far from there.
Lifeline
I haven't mastered the art of speaking, or writing, any art... I don't know what art really is. There is so much to resist in the process of creating, and there are also things impossible to measure here. It's just a path like many.
escape, relief, salvation, gratitude, longing, happiness, discoursing...
Perhaps this compendium of lopsided things can ultimately be what we know as art, something that is not perverse, not tameable, and not unique. Something that without you knowing it, possesses you.
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This post is dedicated to all those who, without looking, find.
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