a small geko I waited on the doorstep, changing color from the wood to the wall to the dreams that we share together. he looks sad or maybe my eye sees it that way.
beiruttina last night.
back tomorrow in Milan.
continue to tell from here through my memories that should not be undervalued in relation to the presence. It is simply different.
My friend, the smells I will miss the chaos. However, I am rational choices when you feel that you can not give or receive while elsewhere they still need you.
night to all.
