poetry

sleepy monday, sweet dreams

This monday is a sleepy day, a lovely day. A day with a lot of dreams like: what art am I going to make this week, today? What art will I share with the world and what will I keep for my self? Every day is a journey and my steps are pieces of art, good or bad, happy or sad…

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