Oct 04, 2009 20:20
At night in my bed you can hear the train as it pulls into the station from Buenos Aires
I had forgotten how much I love Maria Rita until she came on the internet radio station under the Bossanova jazz I've been studying to.
Belen and I are going to the plaza to have an icecream. Spring is finally on its way. Tomorrow we'll have rain and thunderstorms, and everything will drip.