Lyrics by@Bruce Springsteen

I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
On the streets of philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia

Aint no angel gonna greet me
Its just you and I my friend
My clothes don’t fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, I’m lyinawake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia



HM-ART1503- THE OUTBREAK OF DAWN (oil on canvas 80x100cm) 2020


This story is about that one man who, after a long journey of hard work, has reached the impossible boundaries of his ‘freedom-robbing’ world. However, he won, but lost a lot as well during his rat race. He now wants to fill these open spaces in his world with completely different values.
However, this thin border is not guarded and easy to cross. He sees that the grass is much greener on the other side and gets ready for take-off.




Dit verhaal gaat over die ene man die, na een lange reis van hard werken, de onmogelijk gewaande grenzen van zijn ‘vrijheid berovende’ wereld heeft bereikt. Hij won, maar verloor ook veel tijdens zijn ratrace. Deze open plekken in zijn leefwereld wil hij nu opvullen met totaal andere waarden.
De bereikte en gemakkelijk oversteekbare grens wordt echter niet bewaakt. Hij ziet dat het gras aan de andere kant veel groener is en maakt zich klaar om de stap te zetten




Esta história é sobre aquele homem que, após uma longa jornada de trabalho duro, alcançou os limites impossíveis de seu mundo de “roubo da liberdade”. No entanto, ele ganhou, mas perdeu muito também durante sua corrida de ratos. Ele agora quer preencher esses espaços abertos em seu mundo com valores completamente diferentes.
No entanto, esta fronteira fina não é guardada e fácil de atravessar. Ele vê que a grama é muito mais verde do outro lado e se prepara para a decolagem…

Life begins where fear ends-  Osho

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