If you had the possibility to make a portrait of your fate, what would you do ?
Draw me a spacesheep.

MOMENTS AND THOUGHTS

Empty faces all around me

I don't know...

I don't know...

Sometimes' better down your head

All over

All over

Walking, walking

Looking for something

I don't know

I don't know

STAY YOUNG, STAY FREE

Oblivion. The artist lives in oblivion. The space reserved only for the moment of death, the microsecond of absolute infinity. Total ecstasy.

Destruction

Pain

Fair

Elation

Madness

Divinity captured in one fleeting moment. The artist lives in oblivion suspended on a threshold of perfection, moaning and groaning, running from the grasp of razor mediocrity. Betraying the everyday, oblivion comes, every day.

WAITING FOR THE SKY TO FALL IN A THOUSAND MILES FROM NOWHERE

I have been talking to the same man deep in my dreams.

I really don't know why he's been bothering me. I'll never know which way the wind is going to blow, but I wake up in the sunrise thinking of you, this person on my mind. I stumble out a bit wondering what did I do, but I will never know which way the wind is going to blow. I guess I never faced what I should have faced and I guess it's time to face the truth and I'm waiting for the sky to fall and I'm waiting for my heart to break and I don't care if I lose it all.

I just don't want to make the same mistake, waiting for the sky to fall.

I have played it on my feet, there is not much I know and I carry these burdens on my shoulder now, wherever I go. What a fool am I, just because now I see with open eyes. There is just no way to haunt it, it keeps coming back again alike over and over. And I'm doing my best, but I'm still a million miles from realising what my future holds. And I can't predict how things will turn out, but no matter how much I think about it, these will happen. I'm waiting for my heart to break. I don't care if I lose it all. Now I'm standing here, just like a fool who's waiting for the sky to fall.

And I don't want to make the same mistake, waiting for the sky to fall.

YOU CANNOT RUN FROM THE BURNING LIFE

Caught in the crosshairs

Of the things we have done

There's no hiding place

There's no secret safe

What is lost will be found

Today you have nothing to sale to the Devil.

MUTATIONS OF THE INFINITY

Temperature rises over all, burning all your head. Inside your heart, you feel emotions blowing up like a hellish curse. Fear in your soul, there is no place to involve, no place to evolve. Some days you're not sure you should fight any more. Burning your life running after moments you will never have. Breaking your head with stupid thoughts you never needed to have. This is not me. Attracted by things that never touched you. Fighting against a feeling that could make you free. This is not me.

In a hole

For the pain

Till the death.

People inside your head telling you what to think, what to say, what to do. They all are trying to hook you into their misery. But I'm not a freak, I'm a living being. There are as many atoms in my body as stars in a galaxy. I'm a galaxy, I'm a universe. I do create my own fate as I do create my own art. That is being an artist. Painting with my thoughts. That's me. A soul so much bigger on the inside.

You are the hostage of your fears. Your life is flowing through your veins and you are crying your blood. Some things have to hurt, but no more empty pain, useless suffer. Yes it hurts, but don't be scared of all that happens to you. Don't fight burning tears, come closer in here, the stars are inside, you're out of the time. It should never die.

The creativity fever.

THE ELEMENTARY PARTICULES OF THE DEPTHS

My light. When the night is growing and the shadows are rising into my soul, my light, it's you. When the breath is leaving me and my heart is getting cold, when the fear does kiss me deep, my light it's you. When madness comes after my lonely soul lost in the absurd of this world, my light, it's you. When the darkness drowns my mind in blood, you're missing hard, I'm lost within.

Life.

Does it mean a portion of tears carried with the wind of a fleeting love ? Or some dreams and tragedies passed away in the mist of a dying star ? You're the light of the universe, an untold song. The perfume of a vanished hope, a bird of flame burning up in the air. A smile frozen in a look, a magical moment buried into the memory ignored by this world, made with pieces of a strange mistake. An amazing mistake.

A DESERT ROAD FROM NEW YORK TO LOS ANGELES

The rain is falling on me, at the station. I'm waiting for the bus. Early hour. 4 AM. Cold. The winter hurts my face. But I'm young and I wanna feel free. I took my bag and my guitar. On the bus, looking through the window, I'm falling asleep. Some people are talking, kids are laughing, I'm thinking about my future. 6 AM. Still raining. The water is sliding on the window like tears on my face, playing with lights transforming the vision in a weird rainbow painting.

8 AM. I'm walking down the road, the rain falls on my face. Water caresses my skin, that's enough to make me well. Sometimes, I feel like a doll lost in a hostile space. A weird sensation like I'm going mad. I need to reconnect to my body. I need to feel. I'm walking down the road. Cold.

What am I doing here outside under the rainfall? Anybody knows?

No answer.

We all have so many questions. They all find a god to answer to. I have no God. I'm not sure. I just have my soul, my youth, my freedom. And all my dreams. I think I could have stars in my hands, I could share with people, through a song that anyone could understand. Youth. Find a reason to live in this world. We all try to invent our fairies. Can a doll find its own place in this hostile space? Why do I feel like a doll? There is an invisible puppeteer whispering in my head. It's not me. I'm cold. I feel lost. But I know one thing, I cannot control the world, I cannot have power over people, I don't want it. I just can live and have good moments. I'm cold. I feel alive. Alone, like on a desert island, I'm quiet. So many questions, but I'm quiet now. I'm walking down the road, the rain falls on my face. There's a little cafe called Bagdad. I'm hungry.

I'm like an alien in this place. Warm coffee, eggs and bacon. This moment is like an old movie based on a Tennessee Williams short story. I'm waiting for Bette Davis. She will push the door right now. Nobody. Only a young woman sitting across from me reading a book. Long black curly hair falling on her frail face. Her brown eyes concentrated on the mysterious world she's discovering through the pages she caresses with her delicate fingers.

I wanna feel your heart beating on my skin. Sleeping in my arms. Those simple things life can give me. Sweet heart, please, give me just one kiss. Just a little kiss I could put into my heart and make it grow into a flower of love. I want you in my arms to feel your warmth. Your body into mine. Your blood flowing through my veins. Sweet heart hold me please. Come closer to my secret world. Let your fingers run on my skin like a falling flower. I feel your body in sweat like dewy on a rose bud. Hold me close. I wanna feel your world through your eyes. Let me in. Give me your light. Let me feel your soul trough your breath like the wind blowing on some leafs. Look at me. Come inside my heart. Our consciousness into one.

I'm getting mad.

— What's your name?

— Yasmina.

If look could kill...

I take my guitar.

Yasmina. Your name sounds like a flower. Your beautiful brown eyes. Big obsidian pearls shining like a quiet lake. Blink Once. I fell in love. Blink twice. My heart breaks. Yasmina. I feel her, I watch her. She thrills me, I praise her. She rises me, she enlightens me. This shy, shy face. Looking at your graceful hands, my heart beats harder. Yasmina. A flower coming from an other universe. Yasmina. My heartbeat ends. Yasmina. Save me. Give me your breath. Yasmina. Your name sounds like a flower. Your delicate scent thrills me. Yasmina. I can feel her, I can watch her. I can't have her, oh, I want her. I can't hold her, she's elusive. Like an illusion of love. Yasmina.

LEVIATHAN

I see life like a street you're walking down it and up ahead of you is a store where you're going to buy something. But between you and that purchase are all the rules coming up to you like some beggar hitting you up for all of your money. You feel bad for dodging them, but he stands between you and what you want, so you look away when he passes, or you cross the street.