A deserted beach, the sun on my face when I hope the bus, back a hug, a kiss on the cheek, an email from someone special, good morning princess, dancers of all colors in spring , a coke with ice and lemon Debod Temple, I'll kiss you like James Dean.
Sleep until my eyes hurt, the sea, a song long time no hear on the radio, sharing a cigarette, a shared laugh, a glance, a new camera, wearing painted nails feet.
Exit on Friday night and still be around the weekend ahead, platforms, an empty train car, making travel, discovering new streets of Madrid, enjoy the bars always with people always deprived of facebook messages on Friday at three o'clock.
You always see where you've missed, dancing as if the world was over one evening and a good book, my couch, up the closet and find that shirt, a lemon granita, a summer red Plaza Dos de Mayo, a beer in America, some dancing in MalasaƱa, my friends, the days of blue skies, summer storms, one goal of your team, a new dress, one until tomorrow or until soon.
All photos taken by me.
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