Deep down in Normandie lies an old house full of blossoms and chants of birds

to be friends, to come to see each other, to come unexpectedly, to find home, to argue stifly and to burst to laugh, to leave and maybe to come back. Home of Ugne in Rotterdam.

stolen snapshots

things and happenings

when nothing really happens
stars explode
and spray over you
the sparkling stardust
but it seems again
like nothing really happened
even though it did
a lot.