- Scent of Carnival -
Last Sunday in February. The cold penetrates to the bone, the distant mountains are covered with snow and the sky has a gray-white.
Me and my boyfriend [qunado what he likes to say "my boy", it always feels a 16 year old ... and instead has nearly 29 ... eheheheh] ... anyway ... I said, me and my boyfriend we were awarded a walk in the park, which was full of mischievous kids disguised by the most strange: there were a policemen, a strange tiger-cat with boots, lots of fairies and princesses and a beautiful bell-trilly.
this air I breathed in deeply and lively carnival-like atmosphere, this air that smells of pancakes and sugar.
And our eyes have seen this ...
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