Hostel New York, Carrer Gignas
Pt. 2
Who should I be
In this city of fleeting identities
Many things to many people
But who to me,
One singularity?
Remain the Chameleon,
Anonymous and insignificant here,
Rebel there,
Goddess and dreamer and what else?
Pray, tell.
Brought up by wolves.
I am guided.
How and who should I love?
These things, surely, will be revealed
But I find no answer in Barcelona.
I shall take my heart elsewhere. |
| black koki & white ink on black paper |
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