Riding by the west border
Setting sun brings back good feelings of a childhood,
but it disappears behind smoke and fire,
before reaching the horizon line
I can’t breath

at 7 am
on a tuesday in august...
Next week I'll be 28
I'm still young, it'll be me.

I stay away

No room for us

Sofas

You don't know how to play this game.

"Saudade é o amor que fica"

She saved me again.

Happiness is loving you

Cézanne pintou inúmeras vezes sua montanha. Sempre que eu posso, fotografo esta casa: