a kind of what?

I've some weird fixation for this girl.

dancing with the fancy pixies along the asphalt

If I could I would doing this, with these in this.

etc.

uncommun

she's got an completely unusual beauty.

and she's riccardo tisci's muse.

and she's italian.

more words for what?

grey area

pensative. maybe too much.

back from the end

sorry for this posting-break but I had a mini-vacations in Algarve and I didn't have time to prepare any post or to warn you, I arrived today after huge queues to Lisbon and for dinner I had an happy meal(my regress to an old and magic childhood with a cheeseburger and a crazy dragon).

well, enjoy the end of spring break.

In a week, work and school will start once again, and it won't be pretty. at least for me..crap.

ps: I missed you guys!

the 15th

today is my birthday,

and all I really want and need is

my own freedom,

my true best friends with who I share tears and laughter,

a nice and gigant breakfast,

feel the life at 100%,

play with my black cat right after waking up,

fly through the streets with the guys,

meet Paris,

feel the 'spark',

take pictures to every single bullshit that appears in front of me,

my family that I represent as the deep and immense ocean that always will extend their arms to me,

be some cool and real artist.

and without this I'm nothing.

three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches

and the golden river stripped her,

the light killed the silver in her skin

winter in the beach

beach, beach, beach... I think I'm getting repetitive.

I want spring back

It's cold and wet.

I'm looking for a beach near my window and a private sun.

oriental sun

she's just so pretty...

inviting soul mate

 

Do you remember her here?

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.

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dark nights

 

 

'be you, not me.'

past time

I'm in ecstasy, these pictures were so delicate, french and innocent when I saw them that took my breath away.