Yerba mate

For some reason, 

it's smell reminds me of my grandfather 

and the tiny room and a drawer, where 

he kept his tobacco and pipe.

Springs for changes

Year after year springtime seems to be the time 

for big changes. And for pastel colours. Last year 

I had the lust for minty green. In these pictures 

I seem to have zoomed on turquoise - a colour like 

candy: good as long as you don't gobble too much.

I'm happy to know that I don't have to leave my 

current home for a while, but one can always dream. 

About a kitchen like the one in the last pic, 

for example.

Girlfriend in a coma

... I know, I know, it's serious. Listen here!

Light is returning to this land and I'm trying to wake up.

Anyone there?