Llueve y llueve sin parar y no puedo dejar de pensar que una vez fuimos felices y que construimos nuestro amor bajo un aguacero.
Hyacinth wallpaper, by William Morris. England, 19th century
for every song I have ever written, it has either rained the day I wrote it, the day before I wrote it, or the day after I wrote it. Hundreds of songs, but every single one started because of a change in the atmosphere...(these words are beautiful, had to leave them in this description, they are not mine)
Café, Livros e Chuva... Perfeito!!!
chovem umas pingas no quarto, não podemos lá dormir. "não faz mal, mãe! apanhamos as pingas com a boca e lambemos!" janeiro 2013