Where is your head now?

The collage of pictures, despite being double-stuck on the wall with duck-tape, keeps falling sideways pushed by the the little wind-thieves breaking into the keyhole of the door. There she smiles, there is the black and white clown in Barcelona and the blonde girlie playing with a grey kitten. There are the notti del terrore, there is ending a happy new year, there is Cher and Baby Spice, there is Hiroshi Watanabe, there is a note with a human skull on it, there is a man hugging two heads of women, there are two pairs of shoes staring at eachother, there is "God Bless our God" inscribed on a gun, there is the bar with bottles crammed on it, there is many women with their hair entangled with each other, there is Hiroshi Watanabi, there is a sculpture of women embracing one another, there are the notti del terrore, and there is her mother's note four years ago: "Have a good day, a good month, a good year, and good and happy life forever for you".

And there is Louise Bourgeois whispering to the wind-thieves every minute they touch: "I have been to hell and back and let me tell you it was wonderful"!