It was an unexpected funeral on the beach. Celebrating sunrise at the same moment.
I prefer seeing myself reflected in water instead of a mirror. A vibrant face requires vibrance.
It looked to me as if a sculpture of the church door went outside for a breather.
There was no one there. I wonder when the last time was that NYC had empty streets.
Reflections on Vienna delved into.
I thought the composition resembled a Vermeer painting. Everyone could only be seen in the mirror. In just a moment, I saw him glance at me as if I was bothering him.
from Lisbon with love
Oh, Yeah… This is a bloody hell. My palms are sweating. Grilling. It is boiling. I bake. Is similar to a sauna. Heating. Eggs can be fired on my stomach. It's ridiculous, incredible. It's fantastic. This is fan dubby dozy tastic.
Skopje was my birthplace. The town was beautiful before the dictatorship, but soon a variety of government-commissioned sculptures appeared everywhere. Alexander the Great, on his horse, stands on the main square.
