I most likely have killed a mouse. Either me or the gigantic gate of the building. It's nose was bleeding and after 3 minutes of jumping in circles it died. I grabbed a plastic bag to carry it to a safe place on the soil. It was very soft and warm and it all was very sad. The Ceremony will take place in the closest tree bottom and the mouse will continue his life as a buddist believer.M and me went to draw and paint in an exhibition of Berlin based canadian artists. I signed up for a painting and drawing techniques course nearby and the first day was like a meditation session. We silently painted with acrilic and printed on papers with no rules.The seconds passing by are specially funny when reading employement small adds. You need a 24 hour smile, experience, leading skills and all that confidence. All those things I seem to be keeping for my next life as an aubergine. For now I am still thrown to the empty space, wandering between constelations deciding if three hundred ninety-four galleries in Berlin are wrong or not and why they are showing such works of art.
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The story of the bleeding mouse feelings and Moving pens and pencils on white paper to counteract exile
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From Black and White to Colour by TAUMH
