Vide Cor Meum never fails to ignite a certain mercurial fire in me. It makes me think of being in an outdoor arena in Europe. One of thousands spread across the continent. The only thing distinguishable about it - the presence of you.
The case in point. Loves Puccini. A cross between the Devil's pitchfork and the dog-eared pages of an old comfortable book. Your resident vagabond. Wants nothing more than to share a toast with you before a view of the cityscape tonight.
Vide Cor Meum never fails to ignite a certain mercurial fire in me. It makes me think of being in an outdoor arena in Europe. One of thousands spread across the continent. The only thing distinguishable about it - the presence of you.