projection works: junho 2014

That old squeaky car

Chapter three

it was Winter.

Our travels came to a near stop, as we hit the end of a road with coffee and a white

canvas to climb.

Walter snorted "It seems that even at the end of the world you'll get a cup of coffee",

while chugging down a double espresso.

Between red noses and cups of coffee, a couple of hours went by.

Finally we were defrost.

And the car wouldn't start.

segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2014