Viene de tí, viene de mí, viene del viento No miento es un sentimiento Es un sentimiento Viene de tí, viene de mí, viene del viento No miento es un sentimiento Que es un sentimiento
The hair. Her hair. What about Her hair.... Jeans-nails and bad hairdays, what kind of beaches are you looking for? She's visiting Her parents, family. He is with Her, visiting, for the first time. It's really surreal, but real, and it's books, papers and drawings. Nailpolish, pens and paintings. Writingness. Writing things. Writing Their future.
And finally home again. Preparing new adventures, alone and together, alogether.
With Her fladderflinga.
Writing. Not focusing on what needs to be focused on. Writing. Forming words out of sentences, sentences flying above the clouds, above the beach. The deadfaces-beach. Living on beaches, beahces from books of Her choosing. Books the She'll never stop reading. Never ever.
And finally home again. Preparing new adventures, alone and together, alogether.
With Her fladderflinga.
Writing. Not focusing on what needs to be focused on. Writing. Forming words out of sentences, sentences flying above the clouds, above the beach. The deadfaces-beach. Living on beaches, beahces from books of Her choosing. Books the She'll never stop reading. Never ever.
Coffeemornings and rainwindows. Not even a peek of the sky, cloudiness.
She can't stop, even IF She wanted to. She DOESN'T want to.