Too many things on a blank paper,
the first word gives a direction,
the second one covers a small hole between thoughts.
Where’s the man? Where’s the man?
Trapped inside a cardboard box,
his world is rottening
on a hill of rubbish.
Who’s the world? Who’s the world?
Heavy noise for the clean mind
and heaven for the slow one,
where stones cover the way.
What’s the point? What’s the point?
Behind a line of hope there’s nothing,
and outside the walls of normality
all movements are perfect.
Ignorance is knowledge.
– Unknown Certainty –
Enamel on canvas
70x50x3,5cm
2020
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