Grey
They had learnt to recognize the colours. Life under the Skysheet had taught them, and they had remembered the lessons. […]
They had learnt to recognize the colours. Life under the Skysheet had taught them, and they had remembered the lessons. […]
Dripping red onto pristine snow of hope Droplets pulled away from the very heart of me With a smile Always
I bleed and I call it the colour of love Lire l’article »
I gave myself to you without a gift receipt With a confidence I had forgotten I could display, shaking with
I gave myself to you without a gift receipt Lire l’article »
There used to be a gap between moments imagined and moments lived; sometimes it still grins with all the might
The smell of dried oranges and apricot brandy Lire l’article »
I stand in the wind and lift my damp face towards the skies, giving my tears to the night in
I carry the weight of a hundred dead dreams Dragging their carcass behind me through a diamond hard desert Winds
Diamond Desert Lire l’article »
Et tous ces sourires qui ne m’atteignent pasPerdus dans le vague, comme tes regards,Lancés dans les airs, par-ci ou par-làPartant
Moyens de papier Lire l’article »
I can feel it radiate from where I stand, waves of subdued electricity fuelled by my own expectation.We wait, hoping
Flushed cheeks Lire l’article »