Demasiado tempo livre dá nisto...





♫ Cousteau - Talking to myself ♫

(...)
It beggars belief
that she was a child once
With her heart on her sleeve,
once in a while you're
Looking straight at it,
and you could swear that
It's never there
Well I don't know why, but
we're so shameless
That's no surprise, although
nobody's blameless
You just gotta have it,
just to know it
And set it on fire
Four o'clock in the morning
The lights are on and I'm talk, talk
Talking to myself
This love's a certain omen, I'll warn you
When everything colludes to adore you
(...)

Como algumas pessoas se devem lembrar, a foto original foi tirada por ela durante o primeiro grande jantar nataleiro-blogueiro. O resto... Bem, o resto é resultado de demasiado tempo livre... Está também publicada no Flickr.