He spent several days creating an abyss that drowned me, as if barely could swim, wave after wave take me out to sea. He avoided friction by smaller it was, despite the narrow hallway and also of the attic abrupt, he managed to not coincide either in time or in space… That’s when I realised that my penthouse was huge, transformed into the sea.

Puede ser que las palabras se las lleve el puto viento

In the way of studying Fashion Photography and in love with the caramel tea, music with trumpets, travel with my old bicycle, chocolate, kids and animals, cherries, festivals and concerts, milkshakes, flowers, tattoos, read, cinema, the sea...

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