|feel free to watch, fulfilled with joy strangers|
What to do, with this new possibility we have?!(...)
"Do you want to travel to the sun?"(...) "Do you think she knows where she wants to go?" He asked. "You have to do something!" "What?" "You decide!"
Smells after the storm or rain, of clothing soaked with cigarette smoke, of lilac, of sea/ocean, of a cellar, of wet concrete, of mushrooms will always win my heart.
I hate smells of cut grass, of money, of chlorinated pool, of fried fish by the sea, of burnt hair, of the clothes in second-hand store.