Sep 14, 2012

Underground Spartan Spirit.

Many nights,many days,I walk and walk to get myself out of that dense smelly water.I adore what I am,and I adore everything that my poor life brings me.Quiet,peace,tranquility...mixed with this artistic blood that infects my veins.
I would like to have a huge wall in the streets of a city,I'd like to draw or paint this one,hundreds like this everywhere.To make a path and walking through them,as in my dreams.It will be great and funny.
I think that it's enough for today,the sun will rise soon and there are so many things to do.
Thank's for read these words spitted from a tired mouth.