JEALOUSY, ART, CATHARSIS
Shakespeare describes it as a green-eyed monster that begets itself and was born from its own entrails…
When it’s emerging, poison is squirting into veins,
burning body, suffocating…
No word is hard enough to spit its hatred which darkens the heart and arrogates the body…
Chaos dethrones reason and members are rebelling.
Fury feeds the soul, everything disorder around.
When are merging confusion and emergency to eructate this pain, violence is setting me ablaze…
Arsonist obsession with destruction,
Cacophonie in my head…
A last vital reflex of my Unconscious will finally guide my hand …
A morbide choreography is starting, vibrating the while body by his eagerness, beatings, laceracions, scribbles…
Rage is exorcising as it takes shape on the sheet .
From the destructive drive is being born a creation, a dark passion acquires outlines…
The intensity of the emotion is then calmed cause finally brought up…
Art is catharsis.
Shakespeare describes it as a green-eyed monster that begets itself and was born from its own entrails…
When it’s emerging, poison is squirting into veins,
burning body, suffocating…
No word is hard enough to spit its hatred which darkens the heart and arrogates the body…
Chaos dethrones reason and members are rebelling.
Fury feeds the soul, everything disorder around.
When are merging confusion and emergency to eructate this pain, violence is setting me ablaze…
Arsonist obsession with destruction,
Cacophonie in my head…
A last vital reflex of my Unconscious will finally guide my hand …
A morbide choreography is starting, vibrating the while body by his eagerness, beatings, laceracions, scribbles…
Rage is exorcising as it takes shape on the sheet .
From the destructive drive is being born a creation, a dark passion acquires outlines…
The intensity of the emotion is then calmed cause finally brought up…
Art is catharsis.
