I don’t want clarity, I don’t want perfection
I don’t want thought behind each creation.
I don’t want every frame to be a work of art
Words replacing what pictures should do from the start.
I don’t want technique and skill
I don’t want to go for the kill
I don’t want colours so bright
I don’t want a chiaroscuric black and white
I don’t want happy, I don’t want snappy
I want my lenses to be crappy
I don’t want money neither fame,
I don’t want to be part of the ‘get better’ game
I don’t want to be a professional
I don’t want to be inspirational
But I want to be neither good nor bad,
I want to feel it all, go wild, be mad
You fly away my friend,
I’ll never get there and I’ll never comprehend
How you do it, because I can’t, but pretend…
These silly lines speak for the picture above… completely irrelevant…
I listen, but I don’t learn,
I try to go with the others, but I turn
I live, and hence I continue to burn…
I concede,
I finally accept defeat
and I'm at peace.
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