A Stargirl rather like ....
watch old movies in black and white and dream of being a diva of the past, sunbathing, is imbued with the warmth and wake up numb, listening to the sound of the sea crashing on the rocks and dream far away places , read from top to bottom the text of a song and pause on each sentence so that it becomes, and the Eiffel Tower and Big Ben and the mascarpone cream in tiramisu, enchanted by a sudden and unexpected rainbow and gawk at them until they run away, peaceful and slyly make eye of an elderly lady and find himself instinctively to smile too hot a bath full of scented foam, let the heat heart the memory of a friend far away, sunflowers and photographs of Klimt and the kiss to Hayez, spread the jam evenly on one slice of bread, sleep under a sky of stars, Christmas lights and scarves wool long to the foot, the smell of bread and one off matches, the rain in a summer evening and the shooting stars that has not seen for a long time now ...
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