i still don't know what's going on between you and me...

a visit to an old place...

some things i was missing but not anymore... or i might just lying to myself...

 i miss your vulva...

i miss your lips...

i miss your smell...

these are my places, these are my vacations...

a secret abandoned factory somewhere far away...

there are no limits, just do it all...

sometimes i do meaningless, selfish and boring letters in the streets of my permanent studio but you already know that...

i have to concentrate more on what i do and forget everything about you...

no matter what i do, i'm thinking of you...

some things to remember, some things to forget...

a place worth to visit but not more than twice...