My soul never dies, it is true ...
I like to paint a life fantastic, full of colors and scents
... I do not hide because no one can see me ... I am like a drop in the ocean
Or a fly resting on the sill of a window on the world ...
As I watch little men who cling to other young men and small
women who sneak away from things in their mindset ... becoming
smaller and smaller ...
My soul does not die and my soul does not die ...
As with all my might I try to widen the bars of a prison built to
virtual art by those little men and little women ... With the hope of
able to escape and fly higher and higher ... but lost
Free ... to the arms of a world waiting for me to live again the delights of life ...
Cristian Chiappetta
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