We set up breakfast outside at a summer cottage, in the sun, by the sea. Blasted out Jonas Kauffman's Parla piu piano... Andrea Bocelli & Ed Sheeran's Perfect Symphony... L'Italiano... And, Luca and I got all too inspired.
Joël: Oh no some people are feeling Italian this morning...
We were. Luca and I sang along to our hearts' content in between our breakfast strawberries, blueberries and raspberries.
Joel: I’d try to stop you two as you’re so far out of tune to every direction, simultaneously… I don’t even know how that’s humanly possible. But it’s so awful that you start to have entertainment value.
Well. Many things can be said about Luca and I. But not that we’d let a little critique silence us artistically. We oomphed it some more feeling.
With my loves, even a little breakfast can be perfection.
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