3 days of…
sunday, the first one… celebrating the journey, together, making usual things different, enjoying the fact that it’s still the same person who you walk with… red roses mirrowed in loving eyes and making them thin with a smile…
monday in md, the ugly corner that survives instead of living… known places without known people, memorys… friends and ideas, plans, a helping hand… a tired but happy body that takes a sit in a train again, with the same loud music in the ears that already made him the trip in the morning so nice…
today the calm of the water in my hands… thanking each plant for the fruits, for the shadow, for making me happy only by growing… watering and trying the first tomatoe that i planted… enjoying to be there alone…congratulating in my mind someone that celebrates today her 10th birthday… and eating another sweet tomatoe…
those were my last three days. a woodstock-like start in the new week.
here my plan for the next days:
- tomorrow and wednesday: peace
- friday: love
- saturday and sunday: music
as you see, i’ll get woodstock twice in a single week!!! 
Am 11. August 2010 um 03:56 Uhr
és o chamado woodstocker!
Am 11. August 2010 um 08:32 Uhr
As long as I’m alive, you will not have to go alone. hope in love and peace. But whether dispute or separate paths … I’m with you in some way, my pirate.