Idag känns allt som kulisser och levandet latent...
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songs that never die. ocean breeze. Mojito's. childhood memories. walking around naked when no one sees me. Dim Cay river in Turkey. running. Moms hysterical laughing attacks. After Eight. fresh squeezed fruit juice. a friendly hand on my shoulder. people freaking out of boredom. people freaking out of joy. rainbows. romance. old photo's. when people complains on me putting back empty milk cartons in the fridge. candles. sand between my toes. changes. people who doesn't drink too much. Fleemarkets. cinnamon buns. giant birthdaycakes. dancing under the sky. holographs. sweethearts wonderful lips. O'porto's Metro. old bookstores. children hunting eachother. Parc Montjuic. nightsandwiches.
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