JournalPosts tagged «Spring»

Afterwards
The lullaby of summer rain on my roof makes me sleepy. I am tired of the sun and the wind.
Fresh air and the birds‘ singing envelop my body, naked and satisfied on the crumpled sheets.
In the distance rumble of thunder.

«The manifestation of capitalism in our lives is sadness»

See more pictures of my trip to Lisbon in here.