In reality this is not a dream, to paraphrase the title of a famous Dali painting.
I enjoy the faces in trying anything, more unthinkable, and the more I commit myself.
fields of training are the floor tiles and marble effect in the clouds, but sometimes the visual impression before any research and sometimes fleeting grasp precisely without premeditation.
train in the evening if I do not have books to read or people to talk, I start to look at what's inside the cab, because out of the dark can not see anything. Usually, bad habit, I'm curious about the people who drive, or with vague look around to find something that gave me the attention, not to get bored, I bored too easily. And in the eyes of my flights I take impressions ....
So a crumpled handkerchief inside a transparent bag becomes a face.
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