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.
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