A breathless drive on a downtown street. Motorbike ride in the mid-day heat. The dust that hung from the desert skies. Run, though we run it still burned our eyes.
A breathless drive on a downtown street. Motorbike ride in the mid-day heat. The dust that hung from the desert skies. Run, though we run it still burned our eyes.
A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses. A secret rendezvous they planned for days.. A sea of faces in a crowded cafe. A sound of laughter as the music plays..
I thought I was a space age cowboy. I thought I was a sweet and sour chow-boy. I thought I was a thinker. a juvenile drinker. I thought I had some kind of a brain.
A breathless drive on a downtown street. Motorbike ride in the mid-day heat. The dust that hung from the desert skies. Run, though we run it still burned our eyes.