I'm writer of something you could call poetry.
Sometimes I write a nonsense poetry.
And sometimes I live a nonsense life...
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I'm writer of something you could call poetry.
Sometimes I write a nonsense poetry.
And sometimes I live a nonsense life...

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"And when you go away I still see you."
— Cigarettes Afrer Sex, Sunsetz
Little bitter-sweet ballad of me.
Once I heard about art. And I tried it. And never regret it. Because now I feel like I AM art.
Once I heard about love. And I didn’t want to try it. But I did. And now...I regret it. Because now I feel like... I sold my heart.
And what’s my heart without art?
He...
Cafè-type
The Lovers, 1928, Rene Magritte
Medium: oil,canvas
My kind of surrealism

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I'm about art. And I'm about Berlin.
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too”
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Sometimes he loved me to.
I guess...
“- Pourquoi tu as l'air triste ? - Parce que tu me parles avec des mots. Et moi je te regarde avec des sentiments.”
— Godard
Never exactly know how Jean is going to suruprised you