Sinotecabeenelpecho.collage.

Tout suffocant et blême, quand sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens des jours ancient et je pleure.
Je pleure, je pleure...


(Paul Verlaine, chanson d'automne)




where we were freed.
where we were freed.
now we are free.
now we are free.




A Laura G.