there's landscapes with the upsetting directions, which stretch waiting, involving our thoughts on disastrous slopes, where miraculously things forgotten since so a long time appear.

Truculent beauty of our imperfect lives.

Admiring freely, the balance of your exquisite postures, I sacrifice to my dreams, the depth of the inside, the fantasy of the universe, and the authentic grace of my dazzling, in front of the sentimental drunkenness of a not very ordinary fervour.

Ecstasy, apotheosis, suspense...

Without bravery nor faith, as a recluse I persevere.

Never, I will never have thought, to cross one day by coincidence, this fucking rage of love.

- i' m sorry, but I had to kill that girl!