aquarela, acrílica e lápis de cor sobre papel.
64 x 44 cm.
"I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees."
"Today darling I am rising
from the lavender bathtub
of self-loathing. I don’t take drugs
to shut up I take off
my pants when I get home
and I stay there, red cup full
of cigarettes from heaven, ghosts
of all my friends between my toes.
I imagine them pouring vodka all over
each other wearing glitter.
The vision is closing in like a tight dress."
"You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all."
"But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in."
"I don’t know what I am, but it claws and clutches at me as if I am worth reaching."