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A virtual letter to you

(have no sleep)

In the paths of life ,streets,encounters you can suddenly recognize people of your own kind .The look in their eyes is unqestionable ,is unmistakable.Just from that look you can tell sb. has been through hell and kept going with hope inside his pockets...You can tell wether he has been in the so known prison or not,a prison of mind ,a prison born from the wrong definition of freedom...
When I saw into your eyes,i saw familiarity.They were penetrable ,just like mine,because just like me you had a story to tell,a sad story.A sad past that maybe ,just maybe was going in the present too..
No surprise ,there are people out there that their sad past is their present hell...And the eyes tell all of it.
There's a special code,an unerstanding without words ,with just looks,among us ,among people that fight in a spiritual world,that want to express things creatively . It's a special light of eagerness in the eyes,eagerness to open up,to embrace and wellcome people even though we love so much the solitude.There's an eagerness to let things out of the chest ,confess to sb and ,if he doesn't understand you at least repsects your whimps of joy and your downfalls of depression,your moodiness.
But the eagerness doesn't get filled ,still..
The more you open up,the more you want to express ,to get it off your being and form something indipendent ,that resembles you .It's a releif ,a grasp.
It's art..
We do ,I do , You do.
It is as powerfull as the look in the eyes
eager look
penetrable
transcendent light
expressive
It's a good tension we build in air,an aura, an energy we have in our silence.
Just by that look you can know what a person is like.My intuition has already made surprisingly galopant steps in recognizing people with a look.
It's a matter of the light in the eyes,their shapes.There's something wide and passionate,something unfullfilled in them,something helpless and at the same time beautiful.
The unfullfillness takes wings to get filled outside the being .I guess that's what makes me write or paint or play music for that matter.I print in this way in time a materialized self ,a resemblence to fill the void and i want that resamblance to go detected, to be appreciated ,explored and prized because it is me and i want "hugs". Artists want hugs...
I have a story to tell.
You have a story to tell.
Everytime i want to freeze a moment and fix it in my memory ,everytime i feel the need to leave footsteps of a vivid real life scene in paper, everytime i feel the need to sketch a still life object or make a photo iwant to tell sth.
I feel i have a story to show ,a story coming from the past and living in my present .I don't know what the story is ( i know it is deep in my subconscious that comes out in flashes and daydreams) but i know i have to let it out in different shapes,comes in different characters,different times and places.
I have a story to tell-that is what the eyes are eager to say.
that is why i find in almost everything sth to create ,sth that is my imprint .
That's how art begins i guess...