giovedì 5 maggio 2016

124/366 - What represents me

Day one hundred twenty-four
What represents me

A little green, much orange and a lot of confusion...


domenica 1 maggio 2016

122/366 - Free to be... (self portrait)

Day one hundred-twentytwo
Free to be... / self portrait

free to be weird



People are strange

Faces look ugly when you're alone 
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted 
Streets are uneven when you're down 
When you're strange 
Faces come out of the rain 
When you're strange 
No one remembers your name 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
People are strange when you're a stranger 
Faces look ugly when you're alone 
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted 
Streets are uneven when you're down 
When you're strange 
Faces come out of the rain 
When you're strange 
No one remembers your name 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
Faces come out of the rain 
When you're strange 
No one remembers your name 
When you're strange 
When you're strange 
When you're strange

The Doors