The Mickey Mouse cactus

Writing

Gathering things to send along with my letters is one of my favorite things to do, like hunting for treasures inside my drawers to share along the way with all the wonderful people that write to me.

Little boats by the river

Simão being caught in a very sexy moment

Wild is the wind

Life lately

Walking and getting my face burned by the sun, my eyes look greener, my heart more red.

Practicing patience and waiting for magic to happen when all that could occur was a foggy fairy dust created by my mind, nevertheless  i ran to meet a smile.

To kiss.
A hug so big i felt home.

A beautiful parentheses in my lonely existence.

Thinking about this

'I wish I were a girl again, half savage and  hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so  changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be  myself were I once among the heather on those hills.'

 Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë