It feels that if it has been a war. And now it’s time to rebuild everything again.
I build whatever I want to. What should be better? I little bit more Stockholm, more art.
More painting.
Less but wilder parties. I want to build a country of klezmer music.
Inside that purple blue cloud I saw from Scotland.
At least tomorrow.
I want my life to be like the move the adventures of Picasso. On the fancy-dress ball. When the artist Rousseau flies out from the roof. Playing on his violin. Out over the city Paris in the night. And will never return.
I build whatever I want to. What should be better? I little bit more Stockholm, more art.
More painting.
Less but wilder parties. I want to build a country of klezmer music.
Inside that purple blue cloud I saw from Scotland.
At least tomorrow.
I want my life to be like the move the adventures of Picasso. On the fancy-dress ball. When the artist Rousseau flies out from the roof. Playing on his violin. Out over the city Paris in the night. And will never return.
Dali in the adventures of Picasso
I don’t think my expectation is to high.
I believe in knitting.
I believe in tea nights.
I believe in visiting my parents sometimes, but not now.
Now the life is like a fairytale. I live in my grandpas palace. Panting in his lounge.
And dance in Stockholm klezmer night.
I long for ice.
I believe in cat's foot a unique plant.
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