It was hard for me to resist Dasha when since I first met her, under the alias Chelsea Hotel.
As magic as her pseudonym is her current cave. She sets a small table at the oversized balcony that wraps around one of the towers of this sister, which is shared by non existent neighbor. A bottle of wine, sausages and cheese never let down.
Chelsea, as I like to call her, is a magician with words. Her magic these days extend to the tarot. Her long and delicately decorated fingers are enough to put her subjects in a trance but this ability transcends the in-person experience. Look forward to more cowboy zen in the years to come.
"You have it but you can pretend you don't"
I think your life is an illusion, but it’s also a poetry which you write and rewrite over and over again. The dream is repeating. I’m trying to catch a rhythm by the tail like a lizard. Funny thing: when I manage to do it, I will be left with nothing but a shaking tail in my hand.
Be aware of your past but don’t let it rule you. Use your mind like a beautiful weapon but don’t let it hurt you. Watch signs. Remember numbers. Why? Why not? Get on the roller coaster.
I was born here, I moved 6 times, I’ve seen 6 different variations of the city, I’ve lived 6 lives.
Become a character in my movie. Get on the roller coaster. I remember you well.
The cover of my first poetry book is peachy-pink. The color of mother nature is green. It’s all about optics. I like to see things through pink and green. Do you?