The smell of green.

It is a beautiful afternoon in the Narvarte neighborhood.
The green of leaves on the perennial trees and the violet of the Jacarandas look so darn beautiful on the background of gray clouds. Time, it moves incredibly slow, as if the clouds and fog made its passage difficult.

And the birds... oh the birds! their singing uninterrupted by the roar of the airplanes.

All of that beauty I try to capture trough my senses, in an attempt to soak in it and rid my mind of worryness, of sadness.

I want the birds to sing inside of me as well.