daring, even recklessness
are sometimes nothing but an emotional impulse:
a text, a song, a person able to draw people in
and bend them to their will.
The future is theirs;
they belong nowhere for long
and yet they embody the collective pulse.
That’s why, to me, ideas spread
only when sealed inside all of that.
Maybe it’s art.
Maybe it’s music.
Maybe it’s you.