Loco crush on the Ocean…

the Ocean….

On the freezing waters of the south of France.

We loco crush on siestas, fruits, pizza

and watching you surf.

We have a crush on old tunes.
On dad’s scratched vinyl records.
We have a crush on sighs, dance and peaches.
On handwritten notes and white sand beaches. 

We have a crush on almond croissants, blueberries, and red cake cherries.
We have a crush on books that make you smile.
Oh… and again we crush when you become wild.


WE HAVE A LOCO CRUSH ON FREEDOM;

for is spontaneous craziness what infuses the world sweetness and pleasure, and proudly awakens the souls

to life’s real treasures.