miércoles, 14 de octubre de 2009

The smell of coffee takes me back to the feel of cold linolem beneath my toes, my mother at the kitchen counter in her bathrobe and slippers. It takes me to all those late nights in school, to cafe study groups & my younger, more idealistic self. It takes me to that place in Milan, where you told me my smile was like sunshine, where the espresso was as rich and lovely as anything I have ever tasted. that time we played hearts until dawn, the coffee maker casting its warm glow in the dark of our own little kitchen. That time we went to Paris. That time..



Mi foto
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Figured on, not figuring myself out.