Reconstructed smell of past long forgotten. The colour of a dream that swiftly fades in the first non-correspondent fragrance. Taste of air full of summer saying that nothing changed. Tingling in the bones saying that it's not over yet. Brought together by an accidental ray of sunshine; and quick naturality of childhood passing. We're still just as rebellious.

Jedino su se brojevi u osobnim kartama promijenili.