Motorbike

Motorbike My motorbike has been on the terrace during the winter I cleaned it and tried to start it, alas, the battery was flat so I tried to kick start it but gave up got to get someone with strong legs and muscular arms to start it. At this time – spring- in Algarve there are flowers that only last a week or so and so delicate that if you pick one it will become a wizen faced and die in your hand a hungry child by the gaslight in the slums of Soho. Some flowers are too delicate for human hands and can only be handled by angels with fingers soft as a silk scarf. When I take pictures of the flowers they come up blank like they belong to a religious sect that does not believe in idolatry. Splendour should be shared, if you see it alone it is like being an old man with Mona Liza in his vault.