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¢Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city here everybody could draw wherever they liked, where every street was awash with a million colures and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing that belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall- it's wet.The time of getting fame for your name on it's own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.MI CORAZÓN
Es mentira que mi corazón porque palpita esté despierto. Sus latidos son tan sólo el goteo de su llanto glacial como el que llora al fundirse el témpano de hielo. Es mentira que mi corazón porque palpita esté despierto. Su misión se reduce a mantener de pie a un muerto qye esperanzado aún persigue sus sueños.-
