Take 2. Once upon a time, there was Alice. That momentum wave. Away from Carrol’s pen. There was Alice among white and black depressible keys. Dressed like an imaginary dancer. It seems to me... someone... starring at the most beautiful thing in the world. And there’s no one else to see. Alice in a colour deprived land sounding like the seventh heaven. I can see this is special. Rainy days remain, as simple melodies reminding me that sometimes life can be a huge, wonderful and unique (lost) postcard. In the meantime, portraits to be done. (Shiuuu… vamos lá.)
