Sundsvall, Sweden
lucesdecolores

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Sundsvall

with cava

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Christmas in Sweden

warm, sunny,

and

great sunset

(despite is at 1.33 p.m.)

but that makes it

even more speciall

Gud jul and skol!

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Changing room

Barcelona

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come pick me up

Los diez mil inmortales

Persepolis

Iran

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PLEASE

don't pretend

to know

what's on

my mind

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At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the Middle of my head
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Only you can cool my desire

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I’m on fire

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-¿Qué es el arte?
-Es una enfermedad.
-¿El amor?
-Una ilusión.
-¿La religión?
-El sucedáneo elegante de la fe.
-Eres un escéptico.
-¡Jamás! El escepticismo es el comienzo de la fe.
-¿Qué eres entonces?
-Definir es limitar.
-Dame una pista.
-Los hilos se rompen. Te perderías en el laberinto..
-Me aturdes. Hablemos de otra cosa.
-Nuestro anfitrión es un tema delicioso. Fue bautizado hace años con el nombre del Principe Encantador.

El retrato de Dorian Gray

Oscar Wilde

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Somewhere

Tom Waits

Do you feel like a fish in a fishbowl?

Lack of breath?

At least it's Matisse fishbowl.

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Mac' addicts

Björk - Mr O

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V. Kandinsky

Russian art

I've seen it somewhere.
With you.
Do you remember?

I really like it.
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When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
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pensar no pensar

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Here he comes, you better watch your step
He’s going to break your heart in two,
it’s true.

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The

best

is

yet

to

come

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bye

bye

blackbird

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somewhere

up

in

the

north

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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

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Leonard Cohen

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a Man

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a Dog

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O

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I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
they heard that my body was free.

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Leonard Cohen

LIGHT

LIGHT

LIGHT

THE LIGHT

my light

your light

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