i made millions looking deep into the eyes of love.
it was and continues to be the splendor of humanity.
communicating with spirits.
working to manipulate life,
just so i can savor the taste just a little bit longer.
one more move baby.
that’s all it is.
coincidences?
probably.
happen chance?
possibly.
my life?
it is a life of coincidence and poetry.
life lived in fictive words.
and the artist.
oh to be an artist of fictive worlds.
this is indeed the splendor of humanity and offers nothing for sale.
indigenista love diaries 