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Damn you art...

Your pulsating rhythm, your shape and form

the plasmatic coherent that converge on inanimate

objects making them something
different, like the light

catching spots as a shutter clicks or the pose of a

single syllable appears on a clear white sheet of paper.


Art entranced me, seduced me and made me want to dance

that forbidden dance that only few understand.

Hopefully one day I'll find someone with the same

intensity for the love of art and impassioned, we will be

as life imitates art and art imitates life and no distinction

is made between the two.

Oh why couldn't I be a pencil pusher

checking facts and dealing with
numbers in

a fun less unemotional setting for I no longer sleep.

Art calls me with a thought or image that must

be produced or become forever lost in the achieves

of memories.


I'll be the snake and art will be the charmer

until my last dog days are spent and art is what's

left behind so others would become completed

by its power.