Bittersweet

Like a painting

Home sweet home

Hungarian dishes rule

Looking out the window

Knock on wood

One can see interesting things looking down

A bright array of city lights as far as I can see

The world was dark and God made stars to brighten up the night
But God who put the stars above I don't believe made those lights
For it's just a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
Just a place to run away and hide behind those city lights.

Food festival (εμποροπανήγυρης φαγητού)

they drink that boiled red wine with a mixture of garlic and and and oranges and and spices. bih.
they also eat a lot,
but we don't eat that much, though we would like to,
she eats :/

view from above

On the road it was...

very cold,
yummy but cold,hippie and cold,
nationally proud and proudly cold,
touristic and cold,
spooky and cold,
slippery and cold,

cold?

Birds

Kingdom

Religion

communistas

Guitaaaar, guitar, guitaaAAaaAAr

come in my yugouar!

Tram line 2, I think.