I thought about it and concluded. It is worth a message: I hereby open the category English.
Easy me go with bad english trying to connect my world. Often it feels like my real friends – the ones which understand my behaviour – are spread all over the world. Yeah, maybe I am a wicked one. Capturing the world as global. Trusting an english I learnt by growing in this world. Transferring my ideas as an artist on word and sound in a foreign language.
I see dialects as masks and words as signs.
“Life is one big road with a lot of signs. Signs and more signs. You’ve got to make up your mind to face reality all the time.” Badmarsh & Shri – Signs
I won’t beg ya to learn german. I don’t wanna enforce my french and spanish speaking mates, or portuguese or japanese, whether chinese nor indian. Don’t forget them african. Small world theory – i follow that path.
Thank you for participating.