72nd. Street: All art is immoral.

Wednesday, June 8

A mí dadme las cosas superfluas que cualquiera puede tener las necesarias.

Oscar Wilde

Esther: You were my little baby girl and I knew all your fears. Such joy to hold you in my arms and kiss away your tears. But now you're gone. There's only pain and nothing I can do. And I don't want to live this life if I can't live for you.