The ramp is lowered, the blockade, everything is broken in half, the walls, closedness, alienation, loneliness, waiting, "it will be better"- someone says, weak borders, silence, misunderstanding... Where is the ease of existence and when did everything get complicated? Let these words be drwn in separate bubbles like in a comic book with my caricature on the forehead. Next time i'll be a clown, when curtain rises again, or i' ll wait for a fairy tale. Instead of a caricature, look at the vine, the food of the Gods while the violin key stands in the background and names these notes.
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Poetry express us when we dont know how to say it..
Have you drawn these effective words on your comic book. Anyway the view from the window is gorgeous and memorable