Schizo urban poetry… link will self destruct in a few hours.

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What I love about artistic writing is that often I do not really know what I am writing about.

#nostr you are my “animals’ party”

With you I am crossing the forrest

We are not afraid of the storm.

I can feel the wings growing back…

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(Translation - poetry does get lost in the process)

Walk through the forest, there's the animals’ party,

Too many problems in the head, with this sadness they have lost their wings

We're not afraid of the storm and enough of these stories.

We want to party and everything else just memories.

I tried peace it didn't work and no, but I wouldn't want to get blood on me.

I tried anger it only brought problems and then you lose everything in an instant

There's life leaving, pitch black, looking for a way out, screaming screaming mama mia, da fuck do I do now?

with this dead soul, art, you are crazy they say, I could see myself living on Mars, don't be ridiculous.

I follow the footsteps quietly in the fields I get lost to find myself I already feel like another, the instinct returns, the edge of the forest, come on let's lose our minds come on or we'll miss the party, never again

Walk through the forest, there's the animals’ party,

Too many problems in the head, with this sadness that they have lost their wings

We're not afraid of the storm and enough of these stories.

We want to party and everything else just memories.

Thunder on the horizon means far away, let's enjoy a moment of calm, then

Back to the source, suffer less, friends and enchantment and a little tipsy, come on!

Yeah yeah, but how? but what? but who cares for now? come on come on you've taken something (drugs) you've lost your purpose bye bye what are you telling me? I can't hear you. there's no sense there's no time come on rediscover all the senses aye aye

And I wouldn't know what to do, I wish I could embrace the world

And I wouldn't know what to say, I'd like to let the dream speak.

What I love about artistic writing is that often I do not really know what I am writing about.

#nostr you are my “animals’ party”

With you I am crossing the forrest

We are not afraid of the storm.

I can feel the wings growing back…

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(Translation - poetry does get lost in the process)

Walk through the forest, there's the animals’ party,

Too many problems in the head, with this sadness they have lost their wings

We're not afraid of the storm and enough of these stories.

We want to party and everything else just memories.

I tried peace it didn't work and no, but I wouldn't want to get blood on me.

I tried anger it only brought problems and then you lose everything in an instant

There's life leaving, pitch black, looking for a way out, screaming screaming mama mia, da fuck do I do now?

with this dead soul, art, you are crazy they say, I could see myself living on Mars, don't be ridiculous.

I follow the footsteps quietly in the fields I get lost to find myself I already feel like another, the instinct returns, the edge of the forest, come on let's lose our minds come on or we'll miss the party, never again

Walk through the forest, there's the animals’ party,

Too many problems in the head, with this sadness that they have lost their wings

We're not afraid of the storm and enough of these stories.

We want to party and everything else just memories.

Thunder on the horizon means far away, let's enjoy a moment of calm, then

Back to the source, suffer less, friends and enchantment and a little tipsy, come on!

Yeah yeah, but how? but what? but who cares for now? come on come on you've taken something (drugs) you've lost your purpose bye bye what are you telling me? I can't hear you. there's no sense there's no time come on rediscover all the senses aye aye

And I wouldn't know what to do, I wish I could embrace the world

And I wouldn't know what to say, I'd like to let the dream speak.