“Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return ...”

“Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,you have vines and stars in your hair,”

“Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.”

“When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves”

“Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.”

“Your sky is full of stars and my arms too short to reach a piece to call my own”