What this is all about...

I don't feel like explaining or justifying much...this is about all I can express...

I can dance around naked in the middle of nowhere or in the middle of a crowd, it doesn't make much difference to me...I find it difficult to expose the reality and depth of my feelings...of what is really going on in my heart and soul...because only one has to know and that is all that matters to me.

 
This is probably why I tend to spit out my truth and lick my wounds, writing words to eventually end up singing them...and when I'm throwing my words at an audience, I could be undressed it wouldn't make any difference, still...people see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear...I know they will interpret it the way they feel...and I know they'll have a judgement, positive or negative but it is not my problem anymore. This sort of exhibitionism has been saving my life, so far...

There are so many brilliant artists, philosophers, thinkers, farmers, lonely souls, drunks, or whoever clever and gifted beings able to transcend the beauty of mankind when mankind is at its best...or at its worst which can be, sometimes, the best to me.
I am not an intellectual and certainly never pretended to be a good writer...but I'm curious and I need "food" to help myself finding ways to put words together, and sing them up, and dance in circles, dressed or naked...depending on the eye that one has on me...and how one understands or perceives what I'm trying to give...or selfishly trying to get rid of, without asking for anyone's permission.

Kensico

This is what I only have to share...all these brilliant or broken souls that make my heart beat and feed my solitary mind...