Coloring Prague.

This is Prague in black and white

The suspicious humans silhouettes undergoing a declaration of love and hate on the Charles Bridge seems to be oblivious to the foreign eyes..might be the salacious magnetism coming from the obscure ancient cobblestone layout...
                                                      This is Prague in Oranges and Blues

I walked on... and suddenly I resuscitated from the forgotten truth..the concept of beauty just lied there you could sense it in the air..The blessed city that survived from the destructive evil cannon is now giving me the unique opportunity to discover her sinuous urban state.

                                                     This is Prague in Greens and Yellows

I succumbed to the charms of the green fairy who's graciously watching me from the bottom of my absinthe glass. The reality seems to be distorted but still enjoyable..as the laudanum progress in my system I spotted a somber shadow watching me from the corner..
- It's me don't you recognize me? he cried in an agonized blurred speech.
not sure yet but Toulouse Lautrec just sent me one of his "tremblement de Terre" creations. 
Am I comfortably Numbed.. perhaps..

Coffee.

Coffee...daily extravaganza of the happy addictive.
Estrange affair of the unsatisfied souls,
wanting to satiated theirs thirsty from the magical nectar.

Coffee.. Black possum of the selective and privileged..
that are ready to summit their will to the ultimate divine tasted.

Coffee...impulsive adrenaline rush..that prevents restless from falling down to the earth line.


Coffee...fulfilled dream of a zombie nation, that doesn't want to renounce to the flavored numbness of the senses.

Coffee..harvested once by the gods, befitting forever by the men.
the supreme "punishment" of the taste.
Guido♪