SUN-DRENCHED / BAÑADO POR EL SOL
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Shanghai Kid , tryptic 70x150cm, acrylic on wood panel I drink something strange, it tastes good I don't care about the price of happiness I keep drinking-drinking-something-strange it's hot as if it were today and I think maybe it is today as I swing my clumsy arms among hundreds of sunny blocks; trains go by, dodge me it's all too hard for them, they keep rattling fast, silent swimming in a dream of worn out colors. I think I'm getting my bearings, I can still see the star shot to God, I say to myself. tasting every gasp like a last breath as I try to move with poise among sixty kilos of purity that just started this Monday for the first time. It's good to look for something forbidden when it's hot, the sky all around, buildings that play with the sun while we let the world go on without us and I say to myself, let's get on with it I say to myself, let's play maybe it'