three years ago, (by the way, 1.46 am, invisible - durazno sangrando is sonanding now in my bed, before sleepong) it was a wednesday. i talked to my friend dj dog from the lo pibitos crew (www.myspace.com/doggukc) and told him, hey man, theres a wall we can paint in palermo neighbourhood, i have the permission and all that shit. nice. went there on friday (at that time i worked on a radio station, but the great deal was that fridays were free, just fucking around).
so, we went there eh.. we paint a nice one, colorfoul, really toy style, we were toy, dont mind anything. check the pictures...
joe
samsung
palermo
dj dog
the owner really liked it. by the way, i felt that it was a casa embrujada. never been inside but there were a lot of dogs and bad smell. the people were good people though. i appreciated when the lady came out from the door and bring us some te and cookies. this was july, so fuck off with cold winter in buenos aires at 7.30 pm, all dark and shit.. okay.
so, took some pictures, and went home, happy, really happy about what i painted...
okay... two years later, i received and email... a guy called robin, from san francisco i think, was travelling around latinamerica. he was a few days in buenos aires and found my graffiti when he was walking. he took a picture. and he loved it so much, that he made a tattoo of my tag...
fuck man. i was impressed, curious, excited, even confused... but most of all, i was happy. my message arrived to almost one human being in this universe. and thats why i keep going tagging amor...
this is the power of love.
joe vegas
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