Shot of the day.

This is what I feel for today, Vintage is in the air. Characterized by excellence, maturity and enduring appeal, classic. Sweet light, floral, wild horses and indian vibes. I wish I could be a gipsy and run around the world wild free and sunbunrt.

Top left, myself and one of the person I cherish the most, my Quincy.

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syn·apse (snps, s-nps)

n.

The junction across which a nerve impulse passes from an axon terminal to a neuron, muscle cell, or gland cell.

intr.v. syn·apsed, syn·aps·ing, syn·aps·es

1. To form a synapse.

2. To undergo synapsis.

[Greek sunapsis, point of contact, from sunaptein, to join together : sun-, syn- + haptein, to fasten.]

Synapse: point of contact. The space between our nerve cells that passes information, seemingly instantly, so a thought in our mind becomes a movement in the tip of our fingers that become words on a post that somehow, miraculously, reaches you - another soul - who are reading this now, somewhere in the world.

Synapse: To join together. That magical something that is the connection: the space between. Between you and me, between this world, and the next.

Oh shoes!

So I got a shoe mania. I think every single girl on the planet does. My personal obsession are boots. I see boots everywhere. Boots, Boots, Boots. Black, brown, studded, flats or heels, high or low, suede, leather, balmain, dolce gabanna, chloe or nine west, I see them everywhere. And for some reason I always -no matter what happens or how many pair I already own- need a new pair of amazing boots. I don't know if it's because I've spent most of my life on a tropical island that I am in total need of boots, but it's okay, I am not afraid to say I LOVE BOOTS. And I am not afraid to say I love shoes. I feel bad because I spend 90 percent of my time barefoot or in havaianas, but I live for these 10 percent left where shoes rule my world. And as someone said once said, "A well dressed girl without amazing shoes is not well dressed enough!" Thanks mister shoes.

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