Sometimes, somehow suddenly. This nugget of melancholy pops out and colors an hour, a day. Maybe even a whole week. Under pressure of innocent spirituality - in the blue I capitulate. I surrender with the primal desire to never fight again for the side that always wins the war. War without a single drop of spilled blood. Just open wound leaking pus. Golden pus.
I need to fall.
Water and dust ▲ Happy Valentin’s Day ▲ Did you think I’d leave you here forever ▲ I like you better than Franco ▲ When it rains, it pours ▲ You look good in everything ▲ Hope meeting the president was a memorable moment ▲ Hope you are sleeping well while your beard grows ▲ Your beauty is full to the bones ▲ Today is my birthday ▲ Good night sweet prince ▲ You notice I am trying to avoid compliments ▲ I could go on but I won’t ▲ I will not lie to you ▲ Man you’re so damn good with words ▲ New York is like a giant oven this summer ▲ How many rain drops make autumn? ▲ I will be your assistant ▲ Big man hug ▲ How do you do that? ▲
A: Are you OK?
B: No.
A: What happened?
B: I had a near death experience.
A: Oh… Did you see God? Is she mad at me?
B: No. I guess I wasn’t that close.
A: Than I wouldn’t call it a near death experience.
B: Why are you so sure that we will see God once we die.
A: I just know.
B: You know too much.
A: You die too often.
“It is really OK to just roll: You know it’s really OK to just roll with it and I’m just happy to have you in my life. You know… Regardless. To know you and be your friend. But I’m also… My subjective mind or my… in-objective mind… Just like, just wants to… I don’t know… I don’t know… Be with you. I don’t know.”
Tender snow storm keeps on announcing. Witnessing pleasant waiting. Several notes displayed on several screens. (Did you know if you flip ME you can get WE?) Stable lights of insecure whites. We are testing. Testing indeed. Final members keep on appearing as we define our cast. Our menu is rich. Fresh & brand new ingredients to be served next Tuesday from 20:00 to 23:30. It’s possible that this could be the second longest performance I’ve done in my career. What a simple day in December. I tested my radio, I’ve tested my radius. Can you hear the guitar playing? I leave you, my make up is drying too fast. Till soon. Sending you an exquisite, humid goodbye.
“What if you can’t write any more?” - Eager need. My middle muscle pulsing regularly. Staring at the phone waiting for a miracle to appear. Once it did appear. When they were writing my history they left out broken heart period for the year 2011. I need to train my fingertips. More aluminum, less cream. “Bugger! With you it’s like decoding, so damn cryptic” - I saw a large golden moon while driving home. These days my gym makes sense to me. Poetry doesn’t. Words do. “Hey dude, just fill out the space and let’s go to bed!” - Fill out the space in bed. Some silk, some tobacco. Four watches on my wrist negotiating history. I raise my hand and I promise I will have more discipline in the next couple of years. The 30’s should be about discipline. Diligence. Diligence. Wake me up tomorrow and make me a cup of tea.
I should dive in 100% cotton while my naked skin whispers melancholy of a possible touch.
WIRELESS FEELINGS are MANAGING YOUR PRIVACY in the SETTINGS OF THE SOLITUDE.
I’m PROCESSING A LIE while VERIFYING YOUR SKIN in LIMITED STORAGE
YOU ARE PERMITTED TO MY ACCESS so therefore LOAD ME
I’m DOWNLOADING MY BEHAVIOR
DESIRE OF SHARING is OFF so you can ALLOW USERS TO KNOW ME
SET UP NEW HEART DEVICE and DISABLE AUTOMATIC KINDNESS
Than you can LOG OUT AFTER COMPASSION
DRAG CATEGORIES OF YOUR MANKIND and REVEAL EXPANDED PRIVATE ITEMS
KEEP EXPANDING IF POSSIBLE
LEAVE MY FILES ALONE before you TRASH ME
SYSTEMIZE ME if you can
PUT ME TO SLEEP WHEN INACTIVE FOR 7 MINUTES
And on the end make sure you HIDE YOUR DETAILS
Hey there, what’s up? Leaves an auto replay: Away. Several long minutes later: Oh 1 sec. The pleasure of waiting and being waited for. Not much. Browsing around the familiarities of strangers. Seeking for help. How about u? A lazy respond as Same here can cause an acceleration of the particular event. Today that is not a case. Have you been OK lately? seems more generous and my fingertips sweat from the excitement of offering an answer. I’ve been away for a while, I had a need to look deep in myself and realize that I am doing well. Yeah… I missed you, and all your celebrity lies. Its OK to be missed once in a while. Listen to the words that come from a stranger and take them, they aren’t candies, but do taste sweet and I have to run to disturb the bitterness of your behavior. Oh… Don’t worry I am able to spend time on my own talking to birds and insects. It is OK to leave. With closed mouth and knotted tongue I sing Bye Bye while waiting for another, perhaps more inspiring encounter. Away.
Observing the duration of silence while drowning you in my own chest. Two layers of skin. There you are. Hiding the inevitable. Silence stops before cystic decisions. Delineates a circle around its own axis. A view to the left, a view to the right. My feet are guided in the whiteness of the opportunities. I am choosing myself in order to return. Hold your strings steadily and print each step properly and faithfully. Embrace your decisions, and wrap up the departure of your return. I walk and I pause. Leaving traces I witness his calling. My precise ink fills the space. Shedding the sky. In the whiteness of a change I leave a single word.
I wish you all the success with everything that you touch. (papers, textile, objects, cameras, humans, lips, hands…)
