Tournoyons Tournoyons. Vent de folie. Who are you? What are you? I am badly turning, high grade should I say. Aïe, no, this does not mean anything to me. A team should it be. am I writer, woman OR young? Listening to the quiet rainy night, a night turned into a fabulous mystery of the world of human kind. Wish I was high. A Rose in the wind, my head is a reflex of the mist. Do not try to get me, maybe, maybe! you may get once of me. Then, a piece only will be too much. Do not try to turn my soul the wrong way, even if yours is greatest.
Always fighting to get what in the end? The rise of a new fight. Don't be mad, be silly. Stop thinking about the world, think about your own self.
A break, I need, because, helping, I can't do anymore. Deconstructing sentences structures and outlook, living for words, craving for pictures.
An épine de rose can make love implode. Or as I said in another article ... I am not someone who likes being loved and cherished. The only help I would accept is to reach my aims, I know how to survive in this world. I know everything about its misery. I was there when it was being born. Ô sad joy.