| Basel,
fuel my blood
with the forest leaves
living by my past |
—
A one day trip flying solo in Basel, and my paste-up session turns into a somehow mystic one: sh—y cold grey misty weather with its share of rain, walking alone with no soul around but slow trains & construction sounds, and the odd impression that I’m, in fact, not alone, that my late grandparents are hiding around the corner keeping watch while both my hands are full of glue.
That’s what going back home to my family’s hometown feels like ❤️🇨🇭
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☁️ | wordstobemusic | — vol. 4 🔊
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☁️ THE WORLD IS A WORK OF ART ☁️
big up to the BCN UP Festival & Choko Barcelona team for putting together the coolest exhibit feat. work from street artists
Rockaxson
Colp One
Nymphamorphosis
Ninon Reo
FilthyFreak66
{and our brain|flowers has landed in Barcelona ☺️}
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they say home is where the heart is—mine beats with the Leman’s peace:
| dépose tes vagues
sur nos cœurs,
et installe tes lueurs
sur nos peurs.
enfin, nos rires
dansent en chœur. |
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