Parking.
What is your limit?
Red City, Green Sky.
Salad
Ibirapuera Park - São Paulo
“ I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my own feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete…
… I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone,
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in,
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin…
So if you have a minute why don’t we go,
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything,
So why don’t we go,
Somewhere only we know…? ” (Somewhere only we know - Keane)
(+ photos in my Flickr)
Childhood.







