Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.

Love

Even though there's nothing I can say...
To cheat you and nature in any way...

I'd rather be with you, 

Blue moon will ease the unconventional risk of the long journey,

Promises will break,

Flowers and toy soldiers  will be relatively safe under the Christmas tree...

Thoughts of playful kisses will comfort me until November...

No need for false alert and suspicious minds,

Just love under the summer sky,

We will not be silent..

Stay hungry..my love