If your propose would have been irrelevant you would have  yearned for slumber, but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story  of how gold is being made.

Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..

I am sitting at the airport waiting for my flight so why not share a little city post. Two weeks ago we visited Balneário Camboriú and stayed with a group of people in a school...