Showing posts from January, 2011

why do I tire of counting sheep?

para te encontrar no mapi-múndi

life in film

I heart São Paulo

daring for mighty things



make a wish!


black and white

she was only in it for his smiles

I'll write you a postcard

fiddling with light

innundir skinni (under the skin)

the sun's gone dim and the sky's turned black

then she found me

three little words

the only way to really know...

I wrote a song for you

what's in a name...

stepping out into the light