LACK OF THE FJORDS

This land and the promisse of a love made me want to be a 50's housewife ahead of her time, waking up everyday for a never setting sun.

LACK OF BERLIN

 

The city keep passing backwards, while a verbal notion is being given to me of how hard it is to concentrate when you fall for her. Because it's filled with night light, parties don't stop on sunday and music has unified germanies that could not speak the same language. The party must go on.

LACK OF BARCELONA

In spain (where I fly now so I can go back "home"), I could see a sunny land, with wind that can cut your lips and very bright public transportation. From there I saw the moon rise round above the Mediterranean, I rode on two wheels in different speeds, I smoked the best cannabis in the world (in a proper club, listening to funk music, surrounded by gentleman) and I made friends. I've learned, in such sweet ways, that sharing is caring and it encourages little spontaneous kisses around your face. Above it all, like a sticky cherry on top of bad frosting, I found love.