# 39 - Trains

Trains, without a doubt, are my favorite mean of transport. I love how they look, I love how they sound, I love how the sceneries pass and change in my window.

I don't care if it's a subway, if it's a tram, if it's an urban train or a long distance one. Just love them.

# 38 - Sunday Morning

When I was growing up -- actually I'm still growing up, so... When I was a kid, I used to hate Sundays. Sundays meant boredom, tedium.

Now, things have changed. I like waking up on Sunday and seeing the sky through my bedroom window. I like  to turn the music quite loud and wander around my house, enjoying the smell of Sundays - because Sundays do have a special smell here in Argentina. I like to leave my house to see how other people is enjoying Sunday too.

It's a good day. A very good day, indeed.

# 37 - Pink Floyd

Their sound is just perfect. It reminds of how alive I am.

# 36 - Barefoot in my place

I love to lose my shoes as soon as I get into my house. Freedom sometimes comes in small doses of contact with wooden floor.