I’m sitting in my room
Thinking back on you,
Memories pass;
My head was leaned against your face
partly on your shoulder, curving your neck.
I tried to clear my thoughts of stress
And let go of the day,
How it began,
whispered your name …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QTmegoYy_B0
– Goapele – Back To You
Porque ese cielo azul que todos vemos,
ni es cielo, ni es azul
Lástima grande que no sea verdad tanta belleza
Lyrics: Homero Expósito – Maquillaje – Adriana Varela
Andy Warhol – Living room 1948
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible
– Vladimir Nabokov –
Ph : Monia Merlo
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