A stone was thrown in the empty space,
a word was said in the small room,
black mirrors all around.
The echo reached the highest mountain,
an avalanche covered the unspoken feelings,
of the dry land.
Immersed in the leaves of indifference,
a cup of normality was spilled on the ground.
Habits washed out of their chemical smell,
squeezed by the broken intuition,
that nothing has to be done,
with the drawing of flesh and bones.
– What Goes Around Comes Around –
Enamel on canvas
70x50x4cm
2016
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