Every time I hear this song I'm transported to an imaginary 1960s summer, or rather to an assembly of curious clichés I've seen in movies, like (unfiltered) cigarette-smoking youth, infamous cocktail-sipping café patrons, and classy scooter-riding beauties.
This is the girl who "gently sways" in my mind, to the Bossa Nova beat of Ipanema...
I always told myself to draw the church near my house before it was too late. Apparently it suffered irreparable seismic damage and is soon to be leveled.
Strangely, the tree in front of it is dying too. Maybe it knows things are coming to an end.
This used to be our car back in the 80s, and is now part of a little project I'm working on.