LOST IN THOUGHTS

A lot of thoughts visit me daily, some of them delight me, others terrify me. I let them flow as they wish, I don't intervene. Involuntarily I fish among them to then throw them on a sheet of paper or a canvas. Dreams from childhood or some worries from the daily routine. Impressions and attitudes I had at a business meeting or on the playground. All these thoughts grind me in a huge and noisy chorus like the hum of lathes from the metallurgical plant on the outskirts of the city.