domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010

Luz. Light.
When you arrive, it's the first thing you notice.
When you leave, it's memory will haunt you.
Every time you look up at a sky that isn't Lisbon's,
you will shake your head sadly and say to yourself,
"It just isn't the same."

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

So true...

Mana Grande disse...

True, tem uma luz especial.
Mas convido a sentir o brilho da luz de Cádiz e o calor da luz de Granada ;)