Chronicles santagatine, afternoon with almond and poetic papaverante
time passes slowly, the cold air is good, the sun heats up, the cats move, I wore a hat that gives me an air fallout colored funny as sentinel, is custodian of thoughts but without overdoing it rather ground m'appisolo happy, the place is sunny,
ivy leaves collected near the Red River and choreographic pruning thorny bush for daring to ikebana, the self-timer tic
incessant performs its task
0 comments:
Post a Comment