I'm talking to you friends at the end of the dark. Where I start each day by repeating the one-dimensional people of yesterday You see the words of an artist Someone who just wants to create light and beauty, but is trapped in a swamp where water is dead. Lives
It seems that the whole world is involved in this game They have taken everyone and it is no longer just a matter of value Only money ... I wish I knew God exists but I know He does not exist If there is, at least it is not where I live, because no matter how much I called it, I heard nothing but my own voice. I heard a lonely voice The voice of regret remains in the heart The voice of wishing happiness But is my right to life so much suffering?
The struggle to survive remains You live in Europe and America. Your worries are funny to me because everything has to be there. There is. And the most important thing is human value. You do not experience inflation and inflation every day like us. There is no news of death every day. You do not get poorer every day like me. How should an artist survive? There is no price for it here When I do not make money from art, how can I give you a picture of a smile and happiness and say how happy I am?
