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LeTTeR To An ARTIST
to mark the beginning Living together with others
it looks like a black line, rising at dusk. a sharp someone says that anything is transcendental and
purple-grey cloud that becomes obscure and it is more or less real, just like reality - rainbows,
then grows endlessly. while it rises, the sky seas, continents, mountains as well as every single
– with all its stars - begins to darken in my being, every single animal, every single object.
sight. although many times i feel like i am dying, i still
picture it! it is as if someone – which i never continue to ask from art a way to reveal my soul
knew - has abruptly rang my bell, warning me to me. so my mind can freeze for a moment while
that soon i’m going to get lost, drifting away it understands that i, actually, i exist for real, that
for this oppressive silence that lasts inside i’m truly made of flesh, nerves, blood, energy.
myself forever. a silence always equal to itself, sometimes my lips whisper a love song, or i
although capable to change the surface in teardrop instinctually, crying for someone i do not
various different ways. a silence ingrained into know yet. are we really able to love with that kind
this past of mine that seems to me so strange, of love we really need and wish for ourselves?
so vague.
Between reality and me there is a veil that my
thoughts cannot tear apart. will you simply
think at yourself?
Just yourself, if only for a second.
