Let Your Hair Hang Down

You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything, it comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

             -  "The Ship Song" by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds


This portrait is showing Alica, the probably most lovely, kind and intelligent girl I have ever met. In a certain way she will always be a little mystery to me.