Monika Gete:
vacation, please
Monika Gete:
autumn. cold. vilnius.
Monika Gete:
happy Sunday!
Monika Gete:
nine
Monika Gete:
chocolate brown
Monika Gete:
some are happy – some are sad
Monika Gete:
may you always have a song
Monika Gete:
we are left with work that is soulless
Monika Gete:
searching for myself
Monika Gete:
it feels incomplete, empty, and very, very lonely
Monika Gete:
find a way
Monika Gete:
bus 53
Monika Gete:
you and me
Monika Gete:
i often think that the night is more alive and more richy colored than the day
Monika Gete:
run away fast as you can
Monika Gete:
a glass of red wine, please
Monika Gete:
no snow for Christmas predicted
Monika Gete:
it arrives unannounced
Monika Gete:
make it one cuba libre, please
Monika Gete:
gedimino avenue
Monika Gete:
come away with me
Monika Gete:
blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola
Monika Gete:
je ne sais pas
Monika Gete:
the lonely island
Monika Gete:
which direction?
Monika Gete:
going somewhere
Monika Gete:
turn around
Monika Gete:
let it blow
Monika Gete:
waiting
Monika Gete:
californication
