La langueur affamée de test crocs acérés which tightens its grip, the stifling timidity of your hard and coolness your unfeigned ...
Bullshit!
Friends of poetry, good evening.
Finally, there is much talk about weather on this blog, but, to echo an older article, no question of bad weather.
My friends, summer is back ... The spring at least!
minusculissime I referred in the previous article that could be a "happy moment" - when keeping it in the benchmark, this Sunday has been a cascade of happiness (s)! Let
after a short night (Lebanese restaurant, and Wii box require), the alarm Sunday promised to be rather delicate that was actually pretty well negotiated, with the brunch waiting for me with Lawrence, at Paradise Cove, Malibu. These pancakes along the turquoise water, it was like a revelation: this is what everything should look like Sunday morning!
The rest of the day was not bad either - Strolling along the beach, the cliff houses of celebrities and surfers, always in Malibu, were indeed accompanied by so charming ... twenty-five degrees! Yes, Sunday, Feb. 4, 25 ° C. .. Foot absolute. In summer, I told you ...
I would not congratulate the global warming that there is anyway probably nothing, but to be pleasant, it's still damn fun.
The sun heats the air so summer, the beaches almost crowded (February 4, remember ?)...
Surreal ...
... but nice!
Oh dear, one never tires anyway.
In Miami, it was raining ropes - too bad for a Superbowl final which had shortened the afternoon sun, and I've watched in the company of Alex, Claire, Christopher and JB than a remote eye (or very remote), preferring largely the second vision the jewel Little Miss Sunshine that followed!
At least the Superbowl (in short: Indianapolis beat Chicago, the striker Prince Halftime show), "it's done !"...
And the 'sunshine' so we always come back!
"Let the sun shine, let the sun shine in ..."
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