Just Kids along the path

Patti Smith is one of those characters that one cannot feel but admiration for: wisdom, a passionate life and a captivating scenic persona. But she is not only a music performer, she is a very talented writer and visual artist as well. In fact, in the 1970s she was stirring up the New York arts’s scene with her revolutionary merging of poetry and rock in one same cathartic act.
Recalling to my personal experience with the world of Patti, I remember how impressed I was by a retrospective exhibition of Robert Mapplethorpe’s photography at the Getty Center in L.A. In there, many amazing portraits of Patti (including Horses front cover, 1975) and a book I discovered in the gift shop: Just Kids.

Encounters

In that isolated world, eons away from what we once called society, I dream of you. I encounter you in my lysergic hallucinations glowing in pink and golden: this galaxy plays with our fears and desires, and pulls the trigger that ignites our souls. Despite my willingness to escape, the idea of losing what remains of you, this tailor-made hologram that keeps me on the verge of madness, just sickens me. I might get loose of these chains, or I might keep on following your steps inside the dark maze of my mind.