Red Lights

It’s a strange world. The things your heart seeks the most. Your heart never seems to find.

Everywhere i’m standing in the front of a red light. I’m starting to hate that big red light. I’m trying to find a big hamer to smash it, but i’m to afraid that i will turn another nail of my fingers in a blue color. I lost almost my middlefinger and one nail is never gonna be the same again. So my hamer is just laying in my eyesight. Ready to be drawed.

The works of Euralia are completely putted to a stop. A house that i bought with all the official papers seems they are not all that official. Illegal structures are suddenly on my land and i need to prove that there is really standing a house since the years i don’t know. I wonder if i didn’t bought a ghost house or maybe i’m just living in a farm created in my mind. I’m probably just walking around on a bare piece of land. Damned , now i think about it, My pore neighbors. They have seen certain images that i probably don’t want to see from myself.

Two years .i’m already working to get an official document of the legality of euralia . And every time the city makes up another argument to disprove my application. A non existing house, a door that s to far away , to less duplicates of the application, and on and on it goes . 

And every thing has to be payed, and because i earn millions driving around with carparts, it s not really a problem. But eventually my lamborghine is gonna run out of fuel and i'll have to drive around with my mercedes. And all the parties that i’m giving to all my friends every week that s also gonna come to an end. And my daily dinner in a fancy restaurant with my girlfriend is gonna end to. I'll have to say goodbye to my luxury live.

I never thought about it but money is really important . Slowly and very slowly without knowing , you start to get in a social isolement. Your world is getting smaller and smaller , and i’m already living in a non existing house. The free time you have you try to spend it to escape out of that  money isolement . Trying to start up a project that  exist already for a few years in my head, The making of funny objects for home and garden. But its all a vicious circle , on the end you can t make things real from your imagination , and i’m already living in a imaginary farm. 

I’m starting to believe that maybe everything is imaginary

So i really do apologise to all my friends , lovers, haters that i’m living on my isolated imaginary piece of land . But i promise one day i will escape from all that imaginary, and then we all have a real barbie in a real world.