Love will prevail
there is no set date yet
but love will prevail.
Here we stand now on the schoolyard
bare-skinned in the cold
we thought everyone got along
but a new gang took over the smoking corner
and now they’re heading our way
the asphalt is so hard
the skin so thin
please let the bell just ring!
Här står vi nu på skolgården
utan ytterkläder
trodde att alla var sams
men ett nytt gäng tog över rökrutan
och nu är de på väg hit
asfalten är så hård
skinnet så tunt
kan det inte ringa in snart.
You paint, and then you look.
Then you paint some more, and look again.
Look, look, and look. Almost stare.
Then you paint for a while, quite a long time, and then you glare.
You talk too — to the materials, to the brush, to the walls, and to solitude.
Then you paint and look. Sit and look.
Stand, lean, and look, look, look, look.
Try to see what it is you’re looking at.
And somewhere, near the end of the middle,
the painting might start to hum.
Then it could be finished,
or it might just go on like this for months.
Week after week, all the way to where the career never took off.
It’s not easy, but it’s incredible.
