Repost of my drawing of Freddie. He passed away 22 years ago today… never forgotten.
“I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”
“My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends…”
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”