loved your post sofia
i was comming back from a little lonely diner in downtown yesterday night. thinking about my day, my trip you knaw? like these momentos when youre feeling good and healthy and air. but sometimes we, the artists or dont know how to call that, we feel cancheros. check for cancheros word in wikipedia or something. so i was feeling canchero w my new jacket from the 80s. got down from the subway king in a kind of a getto style get me? like kurtis blow when he dances
took my marker. walking around, listening to absolute beginner. dont understand what he says at all but hes makes great music. i made a tag in a blue basket and keep going. some noises around, but the night was really peacefull. other little tiny tag in a white wall. and i felt it. like something in my back... when you feel something, its because its real man!!!! listen to that message of the body! thats the real body language! i just kept going. nothing happens. me hago el boludo como dirian.
get the corner an.......BAM! one guy gritando to me in fucking swedish dont understand any fuckin word and said in spanish que mierda te pasa hermano que carajo estas diciendo. and BAM!!! OTHER GUY FROM THE BACK!!
CSG. POLICE ANTI GRAFFITI of stocolm. whaaaaaaaaaat?
FUCK YOU!!! YOU PEOPLE DONT HAVE ANY OTHER THING TO DO W YOUR LIFE??? CHASE A LION OR A SERIAL KILLER, NOT AN ASSWHOLE PAINTING THE STREETS!!!
2 hours on the floor, then 5 at the police station. getting there was like sarah connor in terminator 2. remember? she sleeps in a white room with a bed and socks. and the corridor was soft. ok, this shit was the same but in yellow and mustard colors. i was just with:
- 2 socks
- 1 jean
- 1 t shirt
- 1 boxer
- my earing
- 1 pillow
- 1 manta for the cold
- 1 paper toilet
- 1 glass of plastic
those were the elements that could be grabbed with my hand. the other, was just walls. and a window. and two doors.
done
5 hours
then, free again. its raining. im getting wet. but freedom is something invaluable
2000 koronas of bill (200 euros). fuck off, i will not call that girl from the gobernmente to pay that money. im going off on thursday.
hopefully, today we made our 4th paint of the week with anton.
heres the pic. this saved my day. painting saved my life. if not i would be studying economics, being in military stuff or working at the csg. god saves rebelion and freedom. god saves the rules to break them. thank you lord for the chocolate of the days. thank you glew to be here and made this words possible. thank you babyface and clot to share our merde in this virtual space. thank you. and thanks to the love, for the love of all days.
CSG, FUCK OFF. GET A JOB. OR A CUBET FULL OF BLUE PAINT AND ENJOY A CANVAS OR A SHOWER.
love, love, love again
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