Art Bleeds

'life is

A luminous halo

A shower of atoms'

'works of art are made

Of endless loneliness

It's only lave who can grasp and cherish them

Time is not a measure here

To be an artist means to grow like a patient tree

Trustfully resisting to the strongest spring winds

Without fearing that summer will not come

Cause summer will!'

'when my disheartened soul roams inside

To catch an emotion death and life collide

And like moths attracted by a shining light that leads

The cells of heart set forth and so... so it bleeds!

'an everbleeding wound

A wound is art

And art forever bleeds'

'timeless moments slaying death'

'enchantments of the heart'

'life is a heap

Of meaningless ironic ruins

Death the final montage through which

Our life can express ourselves

Life ends where it begins

The artist is a trembling idiot'

'when my disheartened soul roams inside

To catch an emotion death and life collide

And like moths attracted by a shining light that leads

The cells of heart set forth and so... so it bleeds!

An everbleeding wound

A wound is art

And art forever bleeds'

'i want to be a poet

And i'm making myself voyant...'