I was shooting at myself - I was shooting my own violence and the violence of the times

I love the round, the curves, the undulation, the world is round, the world is a breast

Music is the softest cushion in the world.

Life ... is never the way one imagines it. It surprises you, it amazes you, and it makes you laugh or cry when you don't expect it.

I was shooting at myself - I was shooting my own violence and the violence of the times