mariana cruz,:
detached, dispassionate, impassive, blank
mariana cruz,:
drive, darling
mariana cruz,:
i skipped my morning cigarette to taste the black coffee moist on your wet tongue
mariana cruz,:
silver shore's lake
mariana cruz,:
making up the pavement of less traveled roads
mariana cruz,:
so baby now i'm going back to Santa Monica, New York to L.A
mariana cruz,:
fernweh
mariana cruz,:
medos privados em lugares publicos
mariana cruz,:
arctic fox
mariana cruz,:
i hope there are days where you fall in love with being alive
mariana cruz,:
metathesiophobia
mariana cruz,:
when the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
mariana cruz,:
the sun shines at night
mariana cruz,:
counting the pretty little flowers on my dress
mariana cruz,:
the earth delights to feel your bare feet
mariana cruz,:
vagalumes brancos
mariana cruz,:
the first days of winter
mariana cruz,:
we've lived in bars and danced on tables
mariana cruz,:
hotel trains and ships that sail
mariana cruz,:
it's all fun and games
mariana cruz,:
amateur
mariana cruz,:
someone purer
mariana cruz,:
hitchcock
mariana cruz,:
musa
mariana cruz,:
rollercoaster
mariana cruz,:
drawing pictures on my skin
mariana cruz,:
bruises
mariana cruz,:
i miss you, new orleans
mariana cruz,:
om nashi me
mariana cruz,:
home for a month
