Blue Hair – A series of Self-portraits

Burn this house, Burn it blue

Burn this house, Burn it blue

All of this makes me anxious, at times unbearably so

Count the coins, O’ you of little worth!

may he be steeped in indifference, may he be petrified with blind indifference.

Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys

But with my spirit already far off, I’m sure my body soon will follow

sometimes you can’t know what it’s wrong to want till it’s too late

Well, if you have no idea what the problem is, it’s extremely unlikely that you’ll ever be able to solve it.

Rember us better than we were

Conservada na imensidão da eternidade

the ticking of her watch, her heart, her conscience The same ticking (of a soul awaiting death)