I think about the girls walking down Cuba street dressed in shabby chic and not at all surprised by the sudden gusts of wind that blow dust and leaves and everything else into the air. This wind could drive me to great madness.
I think about the girls walking down Cuba street dressed in shabby chic and not at all surprised by the sudden gusts of wind that blow dust and leaves and everything else into the air. This wind could drive me to great madness.