“I belong to this notebook and this pencil”

I read books over and over again. I have an enormous list of books I want to read (some of them I already bought), and then, I catch myself reading one of my favorites for the 1000000000th time.
I've been dreaming in French, so, I think I got nostalgic and Hamingway's "a movable feast" is my new old best friend.

"But then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better."

A glimpse of souvenirs

It's weird but cold and rainy days make me think back to my childhood, when mom would dress us up in our big blue school uniform coats and we were supposed to stay inside the classroom waiting to be picked up. It's either that, or some random rainy, chilly, grey walk at the Champs Élysées, running to catch a movie.

Minds do work in mysterious ways... 

"hanging around, nothing to do but frown

rainy days and Mondays always get me down"

Just take a look around...

Wandering through São Paulo streets on these sunny winter days...