“I am painting what touches my soul, brings tears to my eyes and ignites my power to create.
All I want is to touch you too.
So feel with me. Let me take you on a ride that will take you closer to your heart.
Then we will...dance.” – Mirpi
Rest your head now little girlYou're on your way now Open your mind up to the sky And fly away now You've got nothing to prove No one to hurt you You got no one to pull you down push you around Make you frown and cry You are alone now Waking up every day with a beam of the moonlight in my eye Stimulate my consciousness with the focus of my mind I've got to take myself back to the feeling of eternally breaking free Knowing that my body's motionless and still asleep So fly with me There's a whole sky to see I'm taking your mind with me Into lucidity Flying in unity Could be normality What you perceive to be Is your reality Reality is the concrete of our minds Our own cities where the conscious streets unwind In the centre of your world you have your sense of gravity Just lay your head and put your eyes at ease Create your life and the world that you perceive In the centre of this world you have your own imaginary planetary universe Fly with me
“Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words. And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head. they were his insomnia, his illness. And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely, but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-poering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word! And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep. ”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being