Emily in love

Baiatul imbracat in negru care alerga ca o gazela (jur) si zambea larg. Joy.

I felt so attracted to you and so protected by you. I didn't care about the rest. attraction + protection = L. Or at least used to :)

Cand urcau mexicani in autobuz stiam. Tot aerul se umplea de mirosul mult prea puternic de parfum. Imi aminteam imediat, cu duiosie, de cocalarii nostri.

"Linda, dar cum merg impreuna vinul si sportul?"
"O, dar nu merg separat!".

Pe strada fosta Lenin, una din preferatele mele, intrezarirea unui interior mi-a starnit imaginatia. Peace, style, so much light and white, a few childish-pretty things, rather tiny.