“To be an artist is to fail as no other dare fail” Samuel Beckett create the motto for those that lost all their ways, cause sometimes living as an “artist” is like living as a soldier in a eternal war against all, where you can win and go forward or die and stayed petrified that can inspire to other people to be better than you, or just be ignored and disappear. Ants that are walking in line over the ground when the cars are passing there in a high speed. The lights can blind you for a while if you see them directly to the center of this object of illumination, then you can walk as a bat guided by the sounds around you that generate your way. Something that can be said is that music is something vital to exit, however, which one is worst, having a life in black and white or having a life without any sound? then a question came to her mind, what about if a chair wanted to fly? she answered herself saying that each part wanted to fly by itself, in other words, the chair wouldn’t be a chair, but still be a chair, “be or not to be” like William said. It means that when someone wanted to fly, everything will be defragmented. Anyway, where is the world going? nowhere maybe, or maybe we are close to those black holes where if you go inside you just disappear. Almost untouchable are these. Drinking while the piano is playing by itself, a phantom that is playing the music, that dark music that wasn’t heard before form anyone, music that goes through your ears till reaching the maximum point of inspiration in your brain while you are working in some mathematics calculation. Then the mountain of beers were looking for touching the top of the roof by themselves. Everybody wanted to be young for playing the guitar and for not being worry in anything, just in ideas andtried them to work better and better, like the drawing by itself is. Writing poetry must be by the unconsciousness moment, like when you are hanging out at the bar:
Don’t think about that
Me cago en la leche
Why is my bladder so pequeño
All the stars started galling
Art is where the heart is
I have a balloon in my head
If beard would be a signal of experience, goats wouldn’t have horns
Brad is a hot tomato
He’s not a hook even though he’s wearing lipstickGood beer, no shit
Eat the moon
How a chair can fly?
Are they making a porno in the window?
He is the leader!
it’s true, he is
Ohai yo gozainasu
They hate you if you’re clever
Je t’aime merd
The rain in Spain stays mainly in pain
Impossible doesn’t exist!
It’s so coolSebarbafossesinaldeexperienciabodenantinachifre
Because I have a popcorn in my teeth
Lege gotan vullen in aut!
This is my Micky Poepie, my cat. This is not interesting, no.
When the sun shines I’m happy
Love is power
And then the zebra lost its stripes, after
Freedom forever
A helpless child, an explorer, a lunatic, a god = Artist
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