running of the bulls

i am not from barcelona

i'm not even from madrid 

                                                  

i'm a native of the north folk

and that can mess up any kid

i will settle in pamplona

and i will provoke the bulls with words

while they floating in siestas

we'll search for bottles every night

i'll disappear in some flamenco

and i wear my boots of spanish leather

while i'm tightening my crown

all the senoritas sighing...

if i could....

 relive these days

reinvent my name

i wanna be the king of spain

pamplona, spain, summer 2011

words adapted from "king of spain" by the tallest man on earth

family portraits

london and belgium, summer 2011

the boho broom cupboard

our attic room filled with happy vibes...

friends and cups of tea

the land of make believe

where we are free

to dream. to laugh. to be.

climb onto the roof, close to the sky

a window, secret trap door

where shooting stars fly by