Building a diminutive colossal with words for my aposiopetic heart. It was then when my breaths were. The only steven that I could hear. Something that were so clear and sheer. Yes, even tactile to the sense of touch. To the touch of my own vellus hair. And were deeply drunk by my skin. To the swirling melees of my mind. It was thenHelp me escape. My brush in the palette.

I embarked on another road trip and this time to Yelagiri, which is a hill station about 250km from Chennai. The route is basically Chennai-Kanchipuram-Vellore-Yelagiri. Beautiful roads with hills in the backdrop. Trains, buses and then some. But the best bit came after I got off the highway . The 15km ride to the top of the hill is the best part. There are 14 hair pin bend.

Anyway, time has passed and things have happened. That, and a loss of confidence. So, how did THIS happen? While.

Je vous laisse decouvrir quelques photos. Por fin, romain esta conmigo. Esta aqui desde noviembre, ya, por fin, en. Petit acapulco, joli mais des barres. Subscribe to my blog! Por fin, llego en guanajuato. En la misma ciudad, en el mismo pais, en el mismo tiempo y en la misma casa. Quien podia imaginar eso? Please enter the .