Love is like a good soil. It may be muddy sometimes, but it’s the thing that makes you grow. If it doesn’t than it’s not love.
This thought came to my mind a few days ago when I was walking some muddy paths in the jungles of London. I reckon it’s handy publishing it today, together with the new graffiti from the Alice’s Square.
Stay in love. When it’s muddy and when it’s nothing but pure stardust.
Today’s book idea: One Hundred Years of Solitude
P.S. If you find out who is the artist who made this graffiti, please let me know. If you find out where is the Alice’s Square, good for you!