My good obsesion
my wanting to be remembered
my craving of the light
my hunger of significance
of soul revealed
from mouth to mouth
from note to note
my ambition to be whole
and to make everybody whole
and holy please
and holy man
and holy god
and write
write and play and perform
and leave my footprint
in the snow
leave my flower on the desert
be remembered
and be crushed by trascendence
and be trespassed
feel the words
and images
and sounds
affect my body
like an earthquake
like a sickness
like a growing cancer of beauty
that vanishes me away
that makes my flakes irrelevant
that poem
that drawing
that dance
that shoots mediocrity
in the heart

I want to be killed
by Art