Feliz quien ve sus horas en dorado presente
I like Marseille better than Paris. It was love at first sight ten years ago. My Mediterranean life would be lived here.
Every year during September my life is put on hold and I loose myself in practical problems affecting others and preventing me from thinking.
Beautiful new hat from Rose Vintage in Porto. Still composing my character.
My satin flowery extravaganza got sold and it’s now on the way to Germany. Last time I wore it I was dating a Cuban conga player. Looking at it I just see someone else’s life. I suppose that’s called letting go.