Summer Love

The last day of May. Schools are ending, the radio is playing talk show and some exciting music from the other side of the globe. My body yearns to see Cuba. The world is colourful. The taste of green tea lingers on my tongue. Outside it is not yet dark, even though it is soon closer to 11 than to 10.

It is Saturday.Any ordinary Saturday night. I am looking for pictures that could possibly describe - or even just hint at - the faboulness of the world. The world right now. As it is. There is nothing, nothing that catches the colours, the joie du vivre. Even though the raindrops keep falling and the tea is bitter.

iViva la vida!