Film Blueberry days- Wong Kar Wei
Music Pajaros-Santaolella
I was driving today, noticed these clouds in the horizon..thought about those Native American Smoke Signals I used to read in story books...
A gentle… almost magical… puff of smoke rises up toward the clouds and heavens, floating, suspended in space, lifting then gradually disappearing, being consumed by the earth surrounding it and the breath of the wind that carries it (Grandmother Selma).