Bois Sikar: When a Tornado Meets a Vulcano
Do you remember your first „grown-up“ kiss? I do. Not the kiss itself but the very moment when I wanted it to happen, desired to be kissed right there and then and the twinkle in the eyes of the man standing in front of me. Whisky on his lips. One perfume is the reason why… Continue reading Bois Sikar: When a Tornado Meets a Vulcano