I Hear The Angels
I hate doing self portraits because it makes me feel very egotistical. However, this picture is a bit old and a very symbolic for me. I didn't want to make a simple picture, so here is materialized what I felt when my old relationship broke up.
Inside us there is always the rotten. The rotting is required to be transmuted into life.
We live in a world of duality. Angels and Demons incite us and eventually we lost ourselves not knowing where to go.
"This morning I heard the angels. They kissed my face to make me smile.
We never touch, help me remember that I still believe in something beautiful.
I'm crying, pick me up, you're all I need.
In the winter, all the angels sit between us and wish we could know.
I'd like to tell you how much, but the words here are hard for me too. "
The line between love and passion is tenuous,
We aim to spirituality,
We leave the putrid matter dominate.
I hope that between angels and demons I can awaken the light that lives in the midst of my shadows.
You have the power to awaken the best of me, as the worst. I'm tired of destroying myself for you.
I see your imminent suffering, and there's nothing I can do.
I'm disengaging, and I hope that you can be happy on your own way...