Marcelo at the Adidas event in LA | July 24, 2017


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Marcelo at the Adidas event in LA | July 24, 2017
sesameseedtoast: Met @Louis_Tomlinson today! Thank you so much, what a dream come true Loving Back to You and am so excited for the album!
Wirklich
Vergiss die Stadt, vergiss die Weite, Vergiss den Reichtum und die Pleite, Vergiss die Ferne und die Nähe, Vergiss die Möwe, auch die Krähe Wirklich, das ist immer hier, In Dir, in mir und auch in wir.
Metropolengelächter der Lichter.
Das Haus am Meer ist ein Boot am Horizont, während die Ver-rückung die Wunde vernäht, schläft die Seel im schaukelnden Salz.
Demoliere deine fleischliche Karosserie, materialisiere unsere Krise, eine Kettenreaktion.
Das Symbol der Konsumgesellschaft, ist es noch das Auto?
Eintauchen, in die Trivialität der Wirklichkeit, in die Banalität des Alltäglichen.
Ein Leben im Schaukasten wie in den besten Zeiten der Schmetterlingssammler, Einfachheit im Universellen, das offene Fenster, das nicht geöffnet ist, und doch ist die Scheibe zerbrochen, gesprungen.
Lügen wie Fellini. Toxizität eines Gedankens, der deine Gefühle für mich lähmt, lähmende Schlingen um meinen Hals, Ballet! sage ich, du schüttelst den Kopf. Ja das passt zu dir, denke ich.
Kein Anstand für Ästhetik.
- Schwarze Sojamilch
i flick back through the pages of my notebook, every word i have written over the past year. this is the accumulation of a collection of thoughts i have deemed worthy in some way to note. a map of my mind, day to day. as a final piece, it is nothing impressive. a plain notebook, packed tight with the sprawling words of a self absorbed teenager. but to me, it holds a little more weight. it is proof, in a way, of my existence. if i disappeared tomorrow, this would stand as the statue that i have chosen to leave behind. a tiny pin in the timeline of history. i was here. i stepped on this earth and as i did, clumsily scribed my view onto paper, my uniquely captured translation of the world. and i know. hardly anyone will ever read these words. but they are there, at least where nothing existed in that space before, and that makes them matter.
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