streetart – blackandwhiteandcolours

I must say again, nonsense, nonsense!

But, I am sure that he is capable of good things, gentle things, even magnanimous things.

I wish we might be friends.

Why do you write in the public streets?

Je n’ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n’ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer.

He did not try to hear the answer.

All right, all right, everything’s all right.

I’m not one to judge.

He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.

It has all happened a hundred times in my mind.

Now, where are we bound?

I’d be interested in that, but nothing else.

I had learned a craft and had worked hard learning it.

But the tactics vary.

You can imagine the rest.

If only there were someone to trust — someone I know.

I think. I scribble notes.

All things to remember; some dark, some light.

Let us talk of better things!

There is only time for patience and care.