i remember that last september you came to my house in africa. and we ate lots of beans chapatis and we took a road trip. and you were a ninja when we thought a tsunami was coming. and we tried to sort out my mailing list woes. and you made a nice video for our artisan project. and we were frustrated by the slow, slow skinny band and the endless power outages.
i remember that last september i was happy to have you close 🙂
i remember that last september you came to my house in africa. and we ate lots of beans chapatis and we took a road trip. and you were a ninja when we thought a tsunami was coming. and we tried to sort out my mailing list woes. and you made a nice video for our artisan project. and we were frustrated by the slow, slow skinny band and the endless power outages.
i remember that last september i was happy to have you close 🙂
I remember the last time I saw you nelly. It was my last night visiting in portugal (July 2005) and we went down to that little shack on the beach and ate hot schwarmas and portuguese beer at 1:30 in the morning. I miss you. I need to reminisce more. thanks for the reminder. can’t wait to read your memories. 🙂
I remember the last time I saw you nelly. It was my last night visiting in portugal (July 2005) and we went down to that little shack on the beach and ate hot schwarmas and portuguese beer at 1:30 in the morning. I miss you. I need to reminisce more. thanks for the reminder. can’t wait to read your memories. 🙂
I met a woman here in Aix-en-Provence a couple of days ago, and something about her hands made me remember your hands. They are small and playful and helpful and curious. I like your hands and the way that you gesture with them to explain the whispers in your mind. . . they way you share a similar need to use them when talking…like me…because we are both Italian-of-sorts…
I met a woman here in Aix-en-Provence a couple of days ago, and something about her hands made me remember your hands. They are small and playful and helpful and curious. I like your hands and the way that you gesture with them to explain the whispers in your mind. . . they way you share a similar need to use them when talking…like me…because we are both Italian-of-sorts…
i remember that last september you came to my house in africa. and we ate lots of beans chapatis and we took a road trip. and you were a ninja when we thought a tsunami was coming. and we tried to sort out my mailing list woes. and you made a nice video for our artisan project. and we were frustrated by the slow, slow skinny band and the endless power outages.
i remember that last september i was happy to have you close 🙂
i remember that last september you came to my house in africa. and we ate lots of beans chapatis and we took a road trip. and you were a ninja when we thought a tsunami was coming. and we tried to sort out my mailing list woes. and you made a nice video for our artisan project. and we were frustrated by the slow, slow skinny band and the endless power outages.
i remember that last september i was happy to have you close 🙂
I think that was beautiful. From the off-broadway musical “The Fantastics” … “Try to remember a time in September,…then follow”
I think that was beautiful. From the off-broadway musical “The Fantastics” … “Try to remember a time in September,…then follow”
I remember the last time I saw you nelly. It was my last night visiting in portugal (July 2005) and we went down to that little shack on the beach and ate hot schwarmas and portuguese beer at 1:30 in the morning. I miss you. I need to reminisce more. thanks for the reminder. can’t wait to read your memories. 🙂
I remember the last time I saw you nelly. It was my last night visiting in portugal (July 2005) and we went down to that little shack on the beach and ate hot schwarmas and portuguese beer at 1:30 in the morning. I miss you. I need to reminisce more. thanks for the reminder. can’t wait to read your memories. 🙂
I met a woman here in Aix-en-Provence a couple of days ago, and something about her hands made me remember your hands. They are small and playful and helpful and curious. I like your hands and the way that you gesture with them to explain the whispers in your mind. . . they way you share a similar need to use them when talking…like me…because we are both Italian-of-sorts…
I met a woman here in Aix-en-Provence a couple of days ago, and something about her hands made me remember your hands. They are small and playful and helpful and curious. I like your hands and the way that you gesture with them to explain the whispers in your mind. . . they way you share a similar need to use them when talking…like me…because we are both Italian-of-sorts…