Robert Mapplethorpe – Patti Smith ( New York, 1979 )
It’s March 1989 when Robert died. Patti Smith was driving south with her husband, looking for a motel by the sea.
In places where God is everywhere I can find some peace. I stopped to stare at the sky. Clouds were like a Raffaello’s painting. A wounded rose. I got the feeling he painted it. In that endless moment, I stopped. Out of the blue, I saw him, his green eyes, his black hair. I heard his voice over the seagulls, over children voices and the waves roaring. Smile for me Patti, as I smile for you.