“Because everything is dusty, that’s why is necessary to feather your soul every once in a while” Abel D’andrea. Somehow my silence has become muddy. There are layers of muffled screams boiling under mis skin. Several metaphors singing in harmony.... Continue Reading →
One may choose to become an artist in order to save themselves from a world that is too fetid and putrid. The same as one may create art overwhelmed at some point by overwhelming beauty. Why do you create?
When talking about love people give too much credit -I propose- to Freud. May I suggest that if we need to strangle cupid and give it stupid, trickster's corpse a proper burial It shall be Pavlov who digs the... Continue Reading →
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