January 2010
6 posts
the same inside
walking to your place for a love feast I saw at a street corner an old beggar woman.
I took her hand kissed her delicate cheek, we talked, she was the same inside as I am, from the same kind, I sensed this instantly as a dog knows by its scent another dog.
I gave her money, I could not part from her. After all, one needs someone who is close.
And then I no longer knew why I was walking to your...
“I think it is better to concentrate on what you do as an artist, than to pursue...”
– Yoko Ono
