To me, you, everyone pronounced.

Before you read.
Close your eyes. Breathe.
Come as you are.


Kurt isn't dead. Kurt isn't dead. I know, but nevermind.
He still smells like... like a teen spirit. Like me, I think. Like Diane.

It's true.

He's alive. I know.
The fifth of April? Nevermind.

Nirvana are.... like an idea. A beautiful idea.
Nirvana means freedom from pain and suffering of the outside world.


I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas.
Ideas do not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love.
But Nirvana still live.


How many years have passed? 17. Gosh, time passes. Nevermind.
Shit, it's true.
1994.
I was born with a little 'late. Who gives a fuck. Nevermind.


I was lucky enough to take that idea and make it a part of my life.


Kurt is an immortal idea. I know, I know it.


Kurt lives. I know.
In me, Diane, in everyone who taked that idea.




You cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it or hold it.


But you can love it. Forever.


You can be a teen spirit. Forever.


Remember, its better to burn out that to fade away.
Kurt Cobain (Aberdeen 20 february 1967 - Seattle 5 April 1994]