The day starts with surprises upon awakening.
Wooden houses, rediscovered B.F.F.s and Iceland.
On the bus, an old man with bermuda shorts and a cane hops on and off.
I eat knäckebröd with Homer Simpson and then head to the sea.
Passing the house where I used to live only brings a calm that can be described as seeing an old friend you had forgotten.
On the boat I see, observe, imagine.
We reach the island and I swim.
The sea has infinite healing powers too.
I explore on my own with Seu Jorge as my only companion.
I have on frame left.
A tram comes to mind.
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