08/08/2014

Sofia breathes again throughout another August. Sofia breathes, sings, laughs, goes out for drinks, cooks, sews and learns crafts, creates something from nothing, with full lungs, crowded to the limit and beyond, full of faces, smiling, loving, excited, distracted and strict. Umbrellas up, sandals on, under the sun, at the park, at Popa, sitting on a bench, in the little streets painted with graffiti, in front of the theater, behind the library, at Ariana, up at Kopitoto, up to the knees in lime puddles.…