The boardwalk, the dancing, the past times. Melancholy in Oslo never looked more beautiful, captein! And aren’t we always going back to where we once started from? The magic of traveling & your gorgeous light & colours. Amazing, buddy!
ay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, The Ancient Fish, Carved By A Nameless Shaman Centuries Ago, Would Surely Become Your Divine Flesh, MyLady Of Magic And Mysteries, It Would Surely Caress You And Become You…..