real beauty, to me, comes from this kind of things

she just left

I went into the movies today
but I watched half the movie,
half her

took for granted – like Lenore – as nevermore
there she was

and she smells so nice
still
all over my pillow

I’ll be smiling for hours

and the only thing at the back of my head, right now
are three little white clouds
softly carried by the wind

a few from home

The city is called, literally, "Beautiful Horizon"

Smoking real cuban cigars during the battle with a friend

Lemurian friend

More friends...

Mom and the birds

Child labor:)

The city at night, from our balcony