Don't look at me the way the sunny morning looked at me. I don't know enough about myself to say anything about you. We are flowers in an unknown window, in a city with cool tones, but full of romance. Was I the only one who read the book that told of that beautiful passion? I was in love, with myself. In that last song, when I danced alone looking at the lights amidst the darkness, I realized that was it, it was indeed passion, and a lot of it. Life was stirring me again. 📷📍Buenos Aires, Argentina. Some landscapes remain, even when time passes.