Remembered weekends in Girona, in Paris, in Marseille. Remembered sundays, like this, when i get the feeling of bells ringing in tower at late afternoon. "Junkie without his drug"
short of words? yes, today, sometimes, i value more my inside speaker, when louder one.
"-you are an idiot.
-i'm a dreamer."
The precious cacao color, huge coffee mug, TV show and memories. because waiting new ones to be made. There are white spaces in life when i'm alone, but more creativity colors and phylosophy wide spaces fully filled.
Lacy life i'm living.
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