Maricota

buscando equilibrio...sonhos me despertam....Realista sei que nem tudo é tao poetico nao vou ser feliz vendo o mundo septico... Ter condicoes de ser o que eu sou... ;)

"Sometimes we must change the colour of our hair, maybe the skies will be turned into pink, maybe blue will be the wind, maybe maybes shan't exist, for whats left to do is breathe... "~ Mary Calderaro

I like to whisper black coffee..

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OMG <3

The hair is the most distinct and more noticeable then any part of the body, and makes of a man a mysterious being who carries something on his head like the rebel sea and confusing as the forest. The hair adapts, sometimes... It is almost out of the body, I see it as a kind of private garden where the owner exercised at its will, fantasy and its disorder. It is something that grows and overflows as if it were free from the soul's domination. Although, I have realized that my hair has its own soul ~ Mary

Sunday afternoon...

mary

me and only swinging it ;)

Mary Anne