Trying to find a new way of inspiration...

How to make art when you only see numbers anywhere?
How to understand people when you just wanna be understood?

Normally when I want to write something but it is so cruelly difficult just to order the many ideas that I have inside. The tons of things I want to do with the little information I have about then, so this problem combined with my lack of orthography and expressionism is a very big crash of words that nobody, except by me, understands.

So now, I want to improvise a kind of history about nothing in special but i think rich in imagination.

----------------- My Land -----------------

Every day I wake, I go to school and say bye to my parents. Every day my parents just look at me going away waving their hands. Everyday I dream about me going away very far from Home. But instantly I miss the smell of the house, my mother's words, my sweet sweet bed and the confidence I have with the Earth that has raise me and forgive me for touching Her without any shoes.

Everytime the white people comes into my village I feel sorry for them, because I know that nothing will change unless WE change. And that is a heavy work for the hands of a little kid. That is why the only miracle I have seen is the rice that grows in the fields. I feel older as them, but bigger inside. They grow with me and they are my brothers.

Forgive me again Mother Earth because I have no shoes to walk with above you, but at least in this way I feel safer, I can feel you very close to me every time and every day.