I don't normally post anything here, I have my own space for posting my thoughts, but there was just a little something I felt like sharing with more people.
And you're only invited to read if you take life with lemons and don't make a lemonade. You put it in your Gin&Tonic.
In my world, I'd be driving a black 1950's Chevrolet Coupe through a highway in the desert, decorated with gray clouds who never give any rain and crossed by identical powerlines on the sides.
There'd be a trumpet player and a funky lady with hoop earrings and a beautiful voice in every club and the cities would have names but no nationalities, the maroccan singing