Autumn winds in the morning Flowing through my flesh and bones… Autumn winds after a scorching sum… Cleaning away the ashes of what it… Autumn winds renewing the earth
I wonder if Einstein, in his hapl… Did compute the time paradox that… When two lovers are away from each… Time do go slower, like an eternit… When you are away from me.
Tes yeux sont le seul ciel capable d’arrêter mes pluies.
I want you to miss me As your name pierce my soul with s… every time I think of you I want you to want me To drink me, to breathe me
It’s so fast, Death. So painful. No goodbyes. It has the will and determination of a decision we could never take.…
Behind the arcanes that govern our… There is a silver line of hope about returns and encounters. Still, your eyes hesitate, as do y… To surrender, to let go, to exist…
If by chance life gives you wings, use them to sail across the bay. The extensive field of green blue… adorned with gems of steel and con… offers a crown to the queen City
Recette pour un long amour : prenez toutes les papillons que vous avez a l’estomac a chaque fois que vous la voyez, et que son visage et tout son corps s’illumine au contact de vos rega...
The day started with the most human of feelings: that of our own mortality, through the rituals we arrange for our departed. From that helpless feeling came a hopeful one... and then we...
Blue on blue and the stench of blu… Happy, friendly faces, Desperate inside, And the thought of you, A sad memory,
Born from a bloody battle Between Restraint and Pleasure, The blood that flowed was sweet an… Bacchus rescued the carcass, Covered with flowers, fruits, and…
Je me lève de mon linceul humide Je cherche l’air, l’esprit, la vie… Je te cherche toi, Peut être de l’autre côté de la po… Tu m’attends.
Some certainties are like steel, They don’t bend easily or break, Or disappear into thin air. They stand true and naked In the face of hesitation,
I’m no one’s monster. I walk up and down my own darkness… Enjoying the bleeding freedom Fought and won over the dim light… I’m no one’s pain.
A thorn buried in the flesh becomes familiar after a while. The pain becomes usual, with an undefined warmth, as you keep dancing,