The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.
In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.
Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.
Hello!
"A PRICK that gives the thread its life; the jute its personality and the shoe its sole. A prick that turns the wool into a shawl, the plastic into a bag and the ear into a jewel stall. A prick that makes the balloon burst into glitter, makes the artist tattoo the dragon, makes the doctor rejuvenate the lifeless.
I wonder why they hate pricks. I just can't do without them."
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classic needle - keeps going with every prick
