terça-feira, outubro 17, 2006

21/10 | An essential collection of feelings, world exclusive

Pure blend of absolute honesty, passion and upliving devotion.

Transit of emotion. I can almost see you flying so high in the sky to land here, where I am.

Be welcome in my heart.
Transitory transit. This is just my necessary traffic. Non compatible with the permanence I register inside of me.

I can’t wait. I can’t wait. Cross that gate, break through that LCD screen. I want to see you flashing in the arrivals…

Voici mon vrai merci.