
Blues

Blues

Me, the tallest…

They kill people on pavements. Dead bodies lay. Here in Brussels underground metro stops vandalism is with paint not blood.

Crazy drivers of Brussels.

There is blood on the pavements. . Years pass but we all hear the same. The rain falls down on last year’s man. Ugly politics your hands, red. Hrant is still there in the millions of tiny rain drops.

Delicious…

Over and over they keep digging pavements in Brussels.

Cut & paste, I mean your garbage.






