A child (tiny, male) was born today. 1875 words.

I can not add a picture today as the upload seems to not work from my mobile phone. Sounds like a bad excuse, but it is true.

So just imagine a beautiful sunset over a caribbean beach with young fresh tanned girls in barely any cloths drinking cold bright cocktails through straws, dancing slowly to soft warm drums and a flute, swinging their hips at the rythm of the beats, a silken breeze on their skin and a pale silvery moon shining deep on the horizon.

Who needs a camera to create an image…? The only problem remaining: I’ve never been to the caribbean.

But wait! I’ve been to Cuba, does that count, too? If anybody, ever again, will play Guantanamera for me, I will kill him without mercy.