I do not like April too, I like March because spring begins (and it is my birthday), but April often forgotten that it is spring and fall dresses, and one can only face the fall with the skin still warm from the sun, never cold, and dress fall in April were too sad, result: spend the month of April fatally cold and dressed, I can not dress halftime. But always reach the end of April, Easter just passes Sant Jordi (our big party of civility. Citizenship: A word that, thanks to politicians, makes me want to vomit, as "coexistence" and "solidarity." Words spent, as everyone knows, have to be handled with care. Politicians, experts devalue words. The opposite to the poets. Buuuuf!! Today I'm super deep). And in late April also starts the season peonies (which lasts barely a month), my favorite flower, the bliss of a flower, flowers fat, lush, sexy and delicate, perfumed and difficult (the plants bloom peonies after three years and the flowering season is very short). The photo of a few days ago I photographed in Paris. In Barcelona there is not, maybe next week when we have passed the hangover of roses, where it is already May and when the proper time has come to stay.
Happy week, dear.
PS: Other things I like and start with "p": Paris, perfume, Corduroy (For Men) the principles, the cliffs, the laziness of cats, chips, Proust and penguins.
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