All those teachers
Disappointed in you
At least once a year
Oh so disappointed in you
Like you had promised them anything
You left their straight path of expectations
For a little step away
So then now they cant know what you are
They can be only disappointed in you.
So I took the train
And came here again
This where I am supposed to come.
If not here, I did not know where to go.
Some people have a little bit of sun in their heart.
Fear of missing out.
I asked Felipe what is that makes him worried about moving to states for such a short time?
FOMO they call it, he said: Fear of missing out.
I was not here anymore, I began thinking about all the things I might have missed out….
He traveled the world looking for understanding.
This red maybe
Red wine in my vessels
Instead of blood
A glass by every breath in
A glass by every breath out
There are days, tomorrows
which are made to show you
all you wondered around yesterday
what is that struggle
when I have lines I want to break into them
and when I break into them I begin drawing lines.
“Artists are not ordinated, they are usually messy because they have other things in their heads.
Those who are super clean and organised, are primitive, without any strong interest.“
Thw apartment was a total mess the whole week, you could swimg in the mass of clothes, empty bottles, used tea bags, Patricks socks and books all around.
It is mind-calming when things are in order, but there is a mysterious pleasure in the mess I cant describe.
In a city with no mountains,
his existence gives me perspective.
his thoughts pass by and cleanse themselves
not so often
he shares them with me with refiend words he has been searching for over minutes
i hear them, by the moment they reach my ears
they really sound like crystall.