Let’s run off some place, where mangos grow. let’s take off and lay under stars, high off of each other’s sweet scent… let’s promise to kiss like young lovers for 40 years… I’ll memorize every mole to every pour on your chocolate-made skin, and you’ll hold me like I could blow away with the wind… Tell me secrets and anecdotes, make me laugh and grin, and cry with promises of forever… Let’s never forget why we ran off, let’s never forget to remember… Open for me every dawn like the earth’s morning glories …and I’ll open for you at dusk, bearing nothing less than honey. Let’s run off and never look over our shoulders, today could be our last chance… Let’s go to Minas Gerais… 🙂

Photo: Barbacena – Minas Gerais – Brazil