Loves god, her faithful tyger, dark red roses, yawning kittens, sunsets, jazz and musicals, literature, the perfect pinot noir or intuitive sangrea, strindberg theatre, writing on travels, chopin’s ballads, raspberry cream fraps, lace and tulle, classic 40s films, galliano’s version of haute couture, listening to the thoughts of strangers, photography of architecture and lovers, dorset-shire and old bookstores, and dabbling in recipes in the kitchen.
Falls asleep to the same ballads from giselle every night, talks to kittens and squirrels, dreams of visiting the ballet in russia, sees secrets in silences, aroused by travelling, wants to be either a fundmanager/centralbanker/lawyer or even more a very happy housewife with a warm cat named estella.
