About a month from now I'll be back to Paris.
It kills me to leave my cat sick in Portugal, but I have no choice. always hoping for the best, always hoping for the worst, always hoping, always, don't hope, don't expect, don't count the days. you'll be eaten nevertheless. devoured by the ants. rotting forever.
I've started a new series of paintings related to poetry, caligraphy, words. I will upload the two first paintings tonight, hopefully.
I love my home. I was born here, near the mountain. Mountain of men. Mountain of hope. Mountain of night. My blood belongs in this earth, this dirt, this tall trees, nowhere else. It was here I broke every piece of my bones, It was here that I cried the first time. It was here I've began to love all. But now a piece of my heart will always be in Paris. And I am always homesick.
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My poetry -
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Have yourself a whale of a time!
Cheers
So happy with your warm approach
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"la vita nova" is the new chance to me given by hermetic wings...and now hermetic sources is on...
thank you for antony & the johnsons and thank you for the pictures and thank you for everything
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I like Drugs
Give me Drugs
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"I used to be with it. Then they changed what 'it' was."
Grandpa Simpson
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