i think it depends on the wound how much time but time eventually will heal. a fact that i was always annoyed about by the way.
how about: miriam makeba, 'pata pata'? now it will always beam me back into havanna, the club we met, the way it made me smile and dance. and love you. well, well. time...
live music is so good. and living too. today i was really centered. balanced, as they say. totally in the middle and i felt so good. so much in my element. so much myself. on the street. painting, making myself all dirty with colours... i was beautiful in my white shirt and dirty fucked up jeans. barefeet i danced and i wore a huge sunhat, almost looking like a mexican one. tanned. hmmm. people really stopped only to take photos from us. us, that was christiane, a 42 year old woman who openes me the way to the street. i didn't know that before, but the street artists have strict rules and fight over places. in a way i could have reckoned that but you may already have noticed that i am totally naiv at times. so what. its me who met this gorgeous artist who helps me now, so who says thats not due to that very same naivity!!!
with her was another young artist, katherina. brilliant girl. living.
it felt so good. i actually painted a Zimbabwian landscape while joking about how the proverb that suffering makes you a better artist (as for me, it blocked me....but huh, yeah, time....will come....and go....). I painted it half way for myself and half way for you David. maybe I ll give to him one day. who knows. it felt good to be able to think of you without feeling pain actually. great. thats me. kneeing in colours, painting, smiling, concentrate and be at the right place in the right time. following my inner voice and it always leads to such funny and amazing things to happen.
good day. good day.
i miss knowing you
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