knockin'

anymore.

of whatever makes you happy.

For the lovers and the reckless my mind stays up all night [...] Sometimes I am even in the mood, for love. My heart is busy, fighting with the mind while all of our fears undress themselves. I wonder: who can listen a shipwreck in the middle of a storm? [...] Even now I fall out of wonder when sleeping. (dreams hold innocuous loafs of hope [...] What do you fight for?

Lose your ego. Debate and find yourself.

(Whispering I love you.) A gaze came first, pondering my feelings. Anxiety, anger, nonsense. She knows when something goes. Relentlessly buying on fake smiles. (You, whispering: I love you.) I fall asleep. -"Such clarity." Ernst Weisman

Un capítulo que no he cerrado (vuelvo) todos los días a todas horas vuelvo a perder la ilusión. Mientras me engaño (regreso) pienso en ti (porque sé que me escuchas).

What if As in all egoic satisfying Useless Races We all cared of what was going to happen (And we didn’t of all those who say we’ll not make it We are one Piece of heartless Restless Unidentifiable Lovely cheerleaders Waiting for a new leader To rise Cuándo pararemos la ovación, of that which we become? A race is owned by them who tear Their soul.

Si las mentiras no existen, el arte tampoco.

[Self] reminder. 🙈 (en Whitney Museum of American Art)

👋🏽😢 (en Roma Fiumicino International Airport)

Moi moi 👋🏽😢 (en Hki-Vantaa Airport)

Asdfghjkkkkkkk!!!!! (en Myyrmäen kirkko)

Pues sí. [😱] (en Helsingin yliopiston kirjasto)