Summer is burning here in Lisbon, and to me it seems like a torture of constant searching for the best time to go out and do what I have to do, mixed with sleepless nights on the floor, hopelessly waiting for a breeze. Free time is spent at the beach, where fortunately there is always a cool wind caressing my skin. Perfume wearing is very limited to a bunch of scents that don't choke me. Going to ...
Summer is burning here in Lisbon, and to me it seems like a torture of constant searching for the best time to go out and do what I have to do, mixed with sleepless nights on the floor, hopelessly waiting for a breeze. Free time is spent at the beach, where fortunately there is always a cool wind caressing my skin. Perfume wearing is very limited to a bunch of scents that don't choke me. Going to ...
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