Whole Again

The ripples from the past are closer

surrounding me I have no where to run

I am but a fading echoing ghost of her

the vibrant girl that was a scalding sun

Now this fading version with nothing to say

hides up in her concrete tower of memories

popping pills to dream herself away

hiding from everyone else's needs

Wishing reality to be just a nightmare

waking up back where she was before

hoping for her entire life to be just a scare

longing to open an imaginery door

and find herself on the other side

where all is perfect and normal and pure

where no one has to pretend or hide

where the once fading ghost returns to her

and she can hold her head up with pride

and be whole again...

Speed of Thought

There is nothing faster than the speed of thought...

Merry Xmas...

I have some thoughts I want to share. I woke this morning thinking all kinds of thoughts... just like I usually say: "there's nothing faster than the speed of thought...". So I woke up this morning thinking why the priests in our churches (for those of you that are catholic, of course) ask us to give food and clothes to the poor and pass around the money baskets... Why should we fill the Vatican's pockets? Does the Pope need another freaking first class jet to fly around the world? Does he need another golden cross? Does he need another silk robe? Does he need another palace to live in? Or does he need egyptin cotton sheets to lie in? Along time ago Jesus got mad and told all the merchants to leave the temple... he said: my Father's house is not a place of business! I guess the Vatican forgot about that because all the churches are again places of business... even though subtle. People! Put away your best sunday dress! You don't need to go to church and vomit words you don't understand! That is not prayer! You don't need to empty your pockets to fill the churche's... Where does all that money go? If the Vatican gave 10% of what they own the world's crisis would be averted! Why does everyone forget about all the pedophile sick twisted adulterous priests? You don't need an intermediary to talk to God! I don't think God meant His disciples to fill their pockets with gold in His name! Do you? The Vatican witholds the truth from us because they are greedy and need to fill their pockets with OUR hard earned money. Jesus left behind in his written word: "Split a piece of wood and I am there... Lift a stone and you will fine me..." - In my opinion, this means that you don't need to go to church to "talk" to God... and you most definitely don't need to vomit the same words over and over! Don't you think God would get bored of listening to the same words over and over vomited by thousands of millions of people? And you wonder why He does not listen to you... Talk to Him from the heart... it is the best medicine ever. It lifts your spirit! The vomited words bring me no confort at all but when I talk to Him I feel better... and I don't need to go to church to do that. I urge you to do the same... Think for yourselves and don't let other people tell what to believe in or what to think.

I love sarcasm...

SFW?

I am eating a banana - yes I am being somewhat sarcastic towards this whole Facebook posting thing... everyone posts what they're doing, tweets what they're thinking, blog to moan and complain about anything and everything... And I am just another dork amist the "posting" masses that never put down their mobile phones or let go of their computers... the world is literally going to (pardon my french) shit! Our kids are growing up obese because they sit on their asses watching their LCD TV's or playing their stupid PSP's, we're all too busy to educate them properly, we're all getting brain cancer from being on the mobile phone too long... from inhaling unheathy crap (cigarrette smoke, gasoline fumes, etc)... we are killing the Earth but we are also killing ourselves slowly... we are the biggest IDIOTS that ever lived (yeah, even with all the god damned knowledge floating around in the internet we are STUPID... it's pathetic!). How can it be that MAN supposedely the most intelligent being on the planet is such an IDIOT? Have we learnt nothing? Cancer, HIV, etc... and still we smoke and have sex with strangers. I guess MAN has some sort of sick death wish. Hey guys! I'm not part of your group! I want to live! I love to watch butterflies flapping around! I love watching kittens at play with their mother! I love watching babies trying to say their first word without coughing up some funky weird substance because you stupid fucks can't quit smoking. Hey... I was a smoker... I smoked for many years. But why? I can't even begin to explain why... was it to look cool? Was it because everyone else smoked? I even told myself it was to reduce stress... I also told myself at one point that it helped my writting... but guess what? I quit smoking and still I write... So I am proud to say that I WAS part of the IDIOT group but I broke away. And now I am writting this hoping that even ONE person reads it and realizes that you don't need a cigarrette in your hand to look cool or badass... you don't need it to reduce stress... and you most definetily don't need a cigarrette to help you write or think or study or whatever... What you do need is to QUIT SMOKING! NOW! Your life depends on it! Everyone's lives around you depend on it! Stop being an IDIOT! Just chew on some piece of candy... or... eat a banana! Stop being part of the SFW? crew... Because life and everything else matters... You matter! I matter! The world matters! Wake UP!

No one left...

There is no one left to whisper in my ear. No one left to hold my hand. No one left to watch me sleep. No one left to hold my hair when I'm drunk. No one there to smoke a joint with me while listening to old rock classics. No one there to watch a scary movie with. No one there to play guitar with. No one left to laugh at my stupid jokes. No one left to tell me I put on different colored socks. No one to hold me when I cry. No one to scream at when I'm mad. No one to go out to dinner with. No one to boss around when I'm feeling bitchy. No one to smile at me. No one to listen to my weird ideas or see my doodly drawings and call them genius! No one to sleep with. No one to talk to. No one to "text". No one to email. No one to talk about. No one to be a friend. No one to kiss. No one to touch. No one to grow old with. No one to love...

Me and the sea...

I dream the dream of the sea. A dream of slowly cutting through the dark cold waters of the sea that washes the shores of the city that made and broke a girl that now, as a woman, still hasn't figured out who to be... Or maybe a dream about diving in blindly in the warm and wavy waters of the sea that bathes the beaches of the city that made possible the reinvention of a girl scorned by friends and family... Or maybe a dream about a girl standing still watching the waves crash on the sand while everyone else is moving and living... everyone is moving forward while she is stuck in one place unable to move. Stuck in time aging, living but a ghost! Maybe a dream about a girl asking the city by the sea for exile as her brown eyes reflect the tears brought by pain from what seems to be a previous life. Pain caused a lifetime ago by people that are now happily lying in the sun anf having fun... there is no justice for this girl which ever dream I dream. This girl whoever she may be standing still by the sea moves only in thought. She closes her eyes and she travels to imaginary places... magical places! Places worthy of an Avalon title. Maybe even travels to Avalon itself! But she still is unable to enjoy the beauty of such places because she is missing one half of herself... She knows she can't keep her eyes closed eternally. She can't keep them closed much longer. She can't keep moving between realities. Still... she is afraid to open her eyes because maybe then she will realize that she will always be alone standing by the sea staring at the water crying salty tears for something or someone that will never come... Or maybe... just maybe she'll hear the words: "open your eyes!" uttered by a sweet deep voice that she'll recognize even though she never met the person before. Open your eyes... smile... live! When?

I rest in pieces...

I rest in pieces

To live free
And sleep late
To feel the sun
On your soft face
To kiss and feel
As a hormonal girl
That knows not what’s real
And still has faith in the world
To feel his touch on her skin
For the very first time
Even though believed a sin
takes her beyond sound or rhyme...
Her first heartache
Drove her near madness
She learnt then hearts break
And discovered sadness…
She became the bringer of pain
Hurting anyone and everyone
A bitch gone insane
But inside a soul undone…
Moving away was no good
Trouble and pain followed
Never did what she should
Always swimming in sorrow…
She never wanted to be herself
She always wanted to die
She never asked for help
But somehow was kept alive.
A piece of soul taken each year
Now a soulless vessel feasts
At celebration of fear
As I rest in pieces…

Emptiness

I am empty... I am surrounded by emptiness... I am emptiness itself. I have lost my hability to feel. I feel nothing. I eat, sleep, ear, breathe, talk... but I can't feel anymore. It's like my soul left me. It's like everyone I ever met slowly plucked away at my soul and now it's gone. Nothing's left but this empty shell of a body... a shadow... a memory of the person I used to be. Before, when I was back home by the sea, everyone came to me for advice and knowledge... and now that I came up north back to the hell hole that I left behind so many years ago and swore never to come back too I feel like my future has been erased. I am doomed to be a robot until I die surrounded by other spiteful robots praying not to lose a job that I hate, praying to figure out just who I am. I've been searching myself for so many years and still haven't found out who I really am. What am I? Friend? Teacher? Lover? Mother? Atheist? Christian? Catholic? Thinker? Slacker? Geek? Musician? Poet? Who am I? What drives me? What gets me out of bed in the morning? I honestely can't answer that... I have no idea what gets me out of bed... I think it's one of those "scripted programs" that someone wrote and jammed in my brain... I can't not get out of bed in the morning... and I can't not go to work... and I can't tell my parents to stuff it and leave again. I guess that what I am saying is that responsability is bland... responsability sucks the life out of a person... or it did for me. My sister is always bitching that I am no fun anymore... she's always asking me what happened to the party animal and fun girl I used to be... I guess now I have an answer: I grew up! But the thing is... I grew up to be empty, surrounded by emptiness.

Stress! ...and happy pills

I have been the subject of various medical tests this past month... everything came back normal. So two days ago when I went to my doctor with the results of the heap of x-rays and blood work I had done he says: "It's definitely STRESS!". And he also said I should SHOUT when I'm pissed at something or someone. And I was like... "wow! stress... how the hell am I supposed to get rid of it being a teacher?"... You see... being a teacher in Portugal these days is not an easy task... Students treat you like shit, they definitely don't respect you, but worst of all they just don't care about their futures and don't want to learn. This really pisses me off and frustrates me. There are only a handful of my students that want and expect more out of their lives. They think and try to get a glimpse of what their futures will be like. But the most part of them they just don't care. They want to party, and think only of what kind of awful thing they can say or do to shock the teacher and be thrown out of class. I never throw students out of my classes because I know that's what they want me to do. I just try to ignore the stupidity of their actions and words and give them the evil eye and ultimately give them a bad grade (which they don't even care about anyway). I feel powerless. I see so much potential in these kids and they just waist it! They throw it all out the window because they are such idiots! When will they all open their eyes? I wish I could gas them with some sort of truth-seeing serum or some wonky stuff of the sort that would make them see themselves through my eyes. I wish they could see and realize their potential and strive for bigger better things.

Yes, yes... I am writting to blow off some steam (and reducing the amount of stress I supposedily have). And yes, yes... the doctor gave me happy sleepy pills. I feel better-rested so I guess I see things a bit more clearly. The point is... I don't really have a point! I was just ranting and getting stuff off my chest. That's it. That's all there is. I wish someone had opened my eyes when I was in their shoes. But when I was in their shoes was there any teacher that was feeling the way I am feeling now? I would like to think that "yes, there was"... but I can't think of any. And that's that. Or is it? Am I just being paranoid? Sometimes I kind of feel like Mel Gibson in the movie Conspiracy Theory. I wish I looked as good as him... LOL! He has pretty eyes. :D About Mel Gibson... I really don't give a shit what the media is saying about him. He's great. And I'm sure he's a great dad and was a great husband (to his first wife). He made the mistake of marrying that gold-digging wench! I would tottaly freak out like he's been freaking... I hope he gets his act together and gets that cow out of his life. Mel Gibson is awesome! I don't care what he did, does or will do... he will always be a great to me and I'll always watch his movies!

dream... of the perfect guy

"the dream" - by pablo picasso

…and he walked towards me surrounded by a mist of sandalwood. Oh, how his smell drove me mad! How his voice penetrated deep inside me seeping in through every pore of my skin echoing inside me making me explode in silent ecstasy. He is perfection itself if I dare say so myself. I always dreamt of a man with a three day old beard, who loves led zeppelin as much as I do and smells of sandalwood… I wish this past paragraph was true… But the truth is that he doesn’t exist. He never did walk towards me. And I never did find him nor hope to. I dream of him often and how we would meet. And how animalistic our passion would be and yet he would be gentle and kind and loving… the perfect man: rough and sweet. A demon in the sack but respectful towards women. An animal and a gentleman. I guess I expect too much from anyone. But I can dream… and this dream is all I have left. But if you do exist… come out, come out where ever you are!

Ode to lost loved ones

Kurt Cobain said that it's better to burnout than fade away... He got it wrong! A person that's plucked too soon from the lives of their loved ones is forever missed. It changes people. It's like you lose a part of yourself... like an arm. You feel it was there but you no longer have it. It's gone forever. And no matter how you cut it things will never be the same without the so-called arm. It's selfish to want to leave this world in a blaze without having to feel pain because the ones you leave behind are forever left in numbing pain that never goes away. I would rather go through pain and agony and prepare my loved ones for my departure than to leave them behind with such pain...

It is a great shock when God plucks someone from this world without notice... it leaves me thinking if there even is a God. And if there is what the hell is He thinking? Does He have a list he screws up once and a while and tries to cover up His mistakes without hearing the grieving parties? What is His deal? Sometimes it's just too hard for me to understand this world, this universe... People say He has a plan... what kind of plan is it? Starving half the worl while the other half is fat and swims in riches? Plaguing some countries and awarding others? Taking away a family's father and leaving behind pedophiles, rapists and murderers? What is up with that? I am very pissed at God right now... if I ever do meet Him face to face I will ask Him all these questions... I want to know what kind of "plan" it is He has... and these mysterious ways I hear about... They say miracles happen but I haven't seen nor heard of any lately. I feel like this world is hell... this life we live is true hell! That is how I feel about things right now... I've been trying real hard to look at the bright side of things, to see goodness in people and to see beauty in all things but it's getting impossible every day to keep positive thinking when God comes up with such "plans"...

My grandmother died a couple of years ago... but I still miss her like crazy. I think about her all the time and remember her every day. I sometimes even see her in my bathroom late at night like when she was alive and never turned on the light so she could save on the electric bill... and I used to turn on the light and there she was on the toilet... she always gave me a scare and we laughed about it everytime. I remember all the advice she gave me about life... and I miss her so much... I am crying right now because her absence still hurts so much. I wish she was here so she could give me advice... some words of her infinite wisdom. I can't even start to imagine what it is to lose a father... I don't want to imagine what those little girls are feeling right now. All that they'll miss... it is just so unfair. I can't deal... I'll never accept or understand this "plan" God has.

Love's last sigh

What if...?

The world is filled with "what ifs?...": "What if I had done this? What if I had done that? What if I had gone that way? What if I had gone nowhere?"... I usually never ask myself any of the "What if?..." questions but today I found myself drowning in them! A past love flickering away in the back of my head triggering old memories and feelings... I am feeling haunted and spent all afternoon asking myself "What if...?": I know most of you would say: "Fuck the what if! Go out there and find out!"... I would normally jump in with both feet but it's an impossible situation... my "What if...?" will forever remain an unanswered question eating away at the core of my being, haunting me with every breath and every kiss I give to another... I still haven't figured out how to let go and say goodbye... I thought I had but this flicker of an old flame as left me unhinged and distraught... and asking myself: "What if...?"

Doubt thou, the stars...

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

The Blues

Last post I was psyched about the blues band that was playing at the local book fair... but I didn't get to go watch them because I fell asleep on the freaking couch! I was sooooooooooooo pissed when I woke up (at 2 a.m.)! Then I was just in agony because I couldn't go back to sleep and my back and neck were killing me (damned couch!) :(

My Blues - do be do be dooooooo! I feel so freaking blueeeeeeeee!

Sooooooooo tired!

I am moving back in with my parents. These past few days I've been bringing all my stuff back home and... geez! I was amazed at how much "stuff" I collected over the years. I had 6 boxes filled with books! And... wow... I'm so tired that I can't even think straight! It's 8 p.m. and I really want to go downtown and check the book fair out... there's a blues band playing there today... and, if you know me, you know how much I love the blues! I'll have to muster up the energy to jump in the car and drive there. I'll tell you all about it when I get back home. ;)

Painting of a beautiful Thisle

beautiful oroborus

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oroborus

oblivion

Will you come out and play

or just sit to wither away?

Will you live as others before

or hide behind that iron door?

See the world with newborn eyes

whilst the rest of you slowly dies?

Will you smile at the sun

as I silently come undone?

Don't look away for a second!

or Death will come and beckon

for a life barely begun

not even close to being done...

For the love you could not find

because the fear of living blind

brought you to nothingness

far worse than loneliness...

It is the dark abyss that swallows

and nothing else follows,

no thought nor memory nor sin

only oblivion...

beautiful scotish thisle

The Magic of Ordinary Days

I was a brought up in a small town. When I was eighteen it was time for me to go away to college. I went to the city and I fell instatnly in love with it. The sounds, the smells, the lights, the people... everything seemed magical to me! I felt I finally was home. I never wanted to live and was resolved to stay there forever... Well... forever was just too long. I had to leave because I couldn't find a job. It was sad. And I thought I would never be happy again. And so a year ago I came back to my small town and took a job as a teacher (which was something I swore I'd never be). It was hard coming back here. All the people I grew up with are now strangers and all the places I loved to go to back in the city are nowhere to be found. The sounds and smells and lights I fell in love with were now replaced by... nothingness. I could not find joy in anything. But one day I woke up and went to school and realized that the bond I started to create with my students was growing stronger... everyday ever since I look forward to getting out of bed and going to work to teach and shape these young minds. These kids live in difficult times. I feel I should help guide them and help them not to make the same mistakes I've made. I'm still learning how to appreciate the sounds, smells and lights here... But one thing is sure, the stars and the moon seem brighter than ever here... and the smells started to seem sweeter than any smell I've ever experienced before. And the sounds seem closer to music. I stand alone but I stand tall and content. Happiness will slowly seep in...

Yummy!

Russian Blue

I want one of theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese! They're so cute! and fluffy!

My Bucket List

- Watch my kid succed in life

- Visit Stonehenge

- Go to Spain, Italy, Greece, Scotland, Ireland, New Orleans...

- Drive a classic Ford Mustang

- Become a university professor

- Fall in love again

- Go to the opera

- Play in a band again

- Buy a house in the country with blue doors and a huge fucking front porch

- Write a book of poetry

- Write one hit song

- Buy a Gibson guitar

- Ride on a rollercoaster

- Go to a Renaissance Faire

- By obscenely expensive shoes that I'll only wear once (just to see what it feels like walking in expensive heels... I hate wearing them... but I'll give it a shot once)

- Have a huge 3 day party with my best friends

- Learn karate (even if I have to go to Japan)

- Find the love of my life

- Plant a field of sunflowers

- Serenade the love of my life

- (Actually) go to Japan and have the tea ceremony with the love of my life (I'll have to find the love of my life first)

- Decorate my parent's house

- Get an awesome cat (russian blue).

- Make a documentary

- Become vegetarian

- Do some charity work

- Play a kick-ass last gig (using the gibson guitar I bought previously)

- Visit the Louvre and other fine arts museums

- And finally, kick my ex in the nuts!

And I guess that's it. I can't think of anything else I'd like to do. If you can, just add stuff through your comments. ;)

my beautiful guitar!

Panic

I am in a panic... anxiety rushes through me like the blood rushes through my veins! I want this crap to be over and I want to move on with my life... I am angry at myself for being so stupid... I am angry at the world! In the mist of all this panic, anger and anxiety I feel sadness... a kind of sadness I've never felt before... it pics at my being like a little kid pics at an old scab. I wish I could get it right! I try and I try... I give and I give... but I always get left behind or get kicked in the ass... The only explanation for all the crap that happens to me is that I have really bad karma (sometimes I think that maybe I was Hitler in another life... lol).

I hate what I've become - this insecure little rabbit that neves leaves his whole... My life is practicly over and I never even got to live it. How pathetic am I? So now I've decided that maybe it's not too late to start living and I'm going to grab the bul by it's horns and I'm going to do everything I ever dreamed of doing... I'm going to Stonehenge, then I want to go to Scotland... I want to see more of the country I live in - I've never gone down south and I've always wanted to visit Évora and the temple of Diana. I want to meet new people and drink and dance around a fire with them. I don't want to feel pressured into having a relationship with someone. I just want to make friends! I want to have fun without having to check if anyone might perceive me as being weird... so who cares if I'm different? I deserve to have fun too! I want to go to Barcelona and check out the beautiful architecture. I want to go to Greece and see with my own eyes one of the cradles of civilization. I want to roam the Earth and see for myself all the beauty it has to offer.

I don't care about falling in love anymore. I am so over that... it's a page that I've turned. That aspect of my life is done. All I had left to give anyone has been violently snatched from my heart and thrown in the trash. I feel stupid for letting myself be put through all this crap. I don't think I'll ever be abel to fully trust anyone again. I can't imagine that anyone will ever possess the power to make me smile. I have a hole inside of me that will never mend. If you put your ear to my chest you could hear the ocean! That's how empty I feel... I'll never be able to love anyone with the same passion I had when I was just a young and hopeful girl. So I think it's best I never love again.

Uncertainty

Uncertainty lies ahead... I thought I had my life all maped out. I'm 32 years old going on 33 and I have no idea where my life is going. Some time ago this freaked me out! And I gave into panic and made a huge mistake. Correcting this mistake is costing me more than I could ever have imagined. I never thought I'd end up with an empty heart. All I had in me was taken or thrown away by others. Now I have to fill myself up with feeling again but I don't know how.

I failed miserably. I tried to wake someone who slept through his whole life. But I had to find out the hard way that he was actually in a coma and won't ever wake up. So I moved on.

I am a colector of heartache. But now my collection is complete... I am ready to live MY life. I am ready to break the cycle that's been haunting my life for so long. I am ready to take care of myself. I want to bring back to life the passion I once had for things... small things, big things... anything! I lost my lust for life. The trivial things that once brought me such joy and that amazed me are now... well... just trivial. Nothing brings a smile to my lips. Nothing catches my eye. I feel so numb and so utterly alone...

I feel neglected... I've been neglected by others but mostly I've neglected myself. So I guess I have no one to blame but myself for all the mistakes I've made. I take responsability. And now I move on and try to do better. Because you can't ask anything more of people that for them to do better... and I soooooooo strive to rise above all the mistakes I've made. I try to learn from them... but sometimes I let myself get blinded by fake light and fake promises... I am wearing sunglasses now... :)

The path ahead is filled with uncertainty... but I'd rather be uncertain than live a miserable unhappy life...

Illusions

I let myself be blinded by illusions... by hollow promises... by lies! I wanted to believe that happiness was just around the corner, that all I had to do was take a leap of faith... How wrong it all turned out to be... how disappointed I am... how broken I feel... I had to scream myself through all the broken promises and lies... now I have to pick myself off the ground and mend my heart once again... I don't know if I can do this. I can stand on my own again but I don't think I can mend my heart... it's been broken too many times! And this time... this time it got shattered into a billion pieces... and I was never good at putting together puzzles... this would be an endless puzzle to work on. But I will get back my strenght and my spirit! I refuse to be a shadow of the person I was! I refuse to let myself be put down! I refuse to shut up! I shall rise and collect my strenght! And I shall stand against the one who made me feel like crap and gave me no support! I shall no longer be a martyr! I am a warrior! No one will ever make me feel like a ghost ever again! I will never let myself be fooled by illusions... Never again!

2º CORRIDA CONTRA O CANCRO EM ARCOS DE VALDEVEZ

Terá lugar no dia 1 de Maio, pelas 9h30, em Arcos de Valdevez, a “2.ª Corrida da luta contra o cancro”. O percurso será entre Arcos de Valdevez, com partida do Campo do Transladário, Ponte da Barca e regresso a Arcos de Valdevez. PARTICIPA!

Life...

I feel trapped... I never wanted to be a teacher and now it feels like I never knew how to e anything else. My creative blood has been sucked by the meanest vampire of all: university! I was never alowed to let my creativity flow freely. I was always repremanded when I tried to think or do somthing outside the box. The result: frustration, indifference, lack of motivation. And these led to the death of my being. I am but a shadow of the person I was before. Happiness is just a sweet memory, a wet dream I have sometimes and wish I would never wake up from. I watch all the lovely romantic movies and try to tell myself they're all crap. But then I look at my own life and realize that I wish it was a bit more like the romantic movies I sometimes see. Is it wrong of me to want a fairytale? Will I experience it one day? I don't know... All I can do is just live everyday in perfect harmony with myself. It is not my fault... it's just life.

Sunflowers

And I looooOOOOoooove sunflowers!

Dandelion

I just looooOOOOoooove dandelions!

Brand New Day...

I woke up a while ago... Jumped in the shower, had breakfast but I'm still tired! It's like I wake up feeling more tired than when I went to sleep... I wish I had a better work schedule.

Yes... I know... my writing isn't as passionate as it was in the past. I guess I'm kind of numb lately. I worry... I worry about the future. I worry about my future and the future of the economy, the future of this country, the future of the freaking planet! It's a lot to worry about. I try to set these worries at ease, but when I'm actually almost carefree they come back again... it's a vicious cycle of worrying... but I know I'll beat this! :) Tomorrow will be a brand new day!

I'm baaaaAAAAaaaack...

Hello, hello!

After five months of silence, I am back to weird you out with my private ramblings and attempts of writting poetry. Ah! and some sporadic attempts of photography! Yes! Those are the best EVER!

Write to you soon...