Petite coccinelle. Little. I feel so good with the sun on my face, with the white landscape, with this white breath.
Back at the Uni, motivated maybe, but so tired. Anyway i like to write my little words down here, because i know that you never read there, or maybe because i'm proud of them.
XXth poetry is magic, i'm also in love the New Orleans at that time (A Streetcar Named Desire - T. Williams). 'Blue piano' plays for me once again.
Have to sleep, to read something, to dream maybe.
You know what? You are absolutely the same, you feel the same, and you have the same behaviour. That's weird, but i begin to understand you. So i could probably feel okay...
Good night my lovely lovers. Love ya of course. (L)
PS: Monsieur Dream, have to read him and laugh. =)
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