On an empty stomach, i keep cleaning up my eyes, my soul, my thoughts, my house, my history…

hoping that justice and time can bring balance to such unfair days.

Even under so much pressure and despair, I find the strengh to believe in God and His mighty providence upon your stupidity.

I go on, cleaning myself of yourlies and  cruelty, leaving behind each day of unhappiness you insist on imposing on me.

And again, while you sleep on our money beside your mistress, I sleep sick and hungry, but on a clean conscience;  happy for being surrounded by faithful friends,  my art and my son.

Din familie skulle ved alt hvad du goer mod os. Skam dig. Du kan snyde alle men aldrig mig igen.