.Isabela.: There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.
.Isabela.: How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
.Isabela.: HBW!
.Isabela.: at the city centre
.Isabela.: HBW!
.Isabela.: numbers
.Isabela.: Nostalgia
.Isabela.: It is a rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.
.Isabela.: colosseum
.Isabela.: La boca della verita
.Isabela.: lavender...
.Isabela.: Everyone is the age of their heart.
.Isabela.: Sisters are blossoms in the garden of life.
.Isabela.: The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.