read a book, underline and write notes on the side. The very basic
bicycle in the city.
Basque French.
The views of the bays to shelter from too much sun. Listen
Faber, Gucci or the legendary Lucio.
Write on a roof under a beautiful starry sky. Exit
always bringing in a notebook bag. Read
bus or metro.
meetings on the shores on the beach in winter But maybe with a little 'haze and the wind that shakes the sea.
Crying in a storm, perhaps in front of a cinema.
interested in sailing and the Luna Rossa.
Playing the guitar (at least try) around the fire and sing old songs partisan.
Going to a cottage in the country and write the woods looking around him.
smoking foreign cigarettes and use the matches instead of the lighter (and when they will smoke.) Looking
LA7 and movies in the late evening.
Go in the river with rubber boots Grandma Mary. The old
500.
The tents in the mountains.
skirts and bandanas are the hippie flea markets.
plunge into the sea by Rocky higher.
cycling under the August sun in the middle of cornfields. Browse
newspapers and find their fingers black with ink.
lost in the woods in search of hidden paths.
The fog and autumn.
The suburbs of cities, old houses, children playing among the clothes hanging.
The lights illuminating the night, show the way.
observe the storm: the wind that shakes the waves of the sea, the leaden sky, lightning silver.
India and Ireland.
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