7.03.2013

The Blue Painting



I found the blue painting in a box under the stairs
and spent the afternoon wondering what to do with it.  

I could cut it or glue it or write words all over it.
Or I could simply leave it how it is.





Does every piece of paper have a destiny,
the way Michelangelo believed of marble?

Can there be a right or a wrong when it comes to such things?
Aren't there songs that are better sung out of tune?





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