Inception
The sun, bare feet and a red dress
days Frisbee Parc Saint Pierre
The journey to the north, the ocean is
Ocean is
Without you there's a breath
Al cinema de l'enfant Decu
and Infer I also fall: Paris, the Alps, Turin
your face tense
happiness impossible
I'm your baby and your wolf
and remember nothing.
me up at night a race, are on the hand of God
Truman Capote VOS
the green jersey that falls
canals and narrow streets of stone
The road to the station,
Jonas
the window that you swim,
out and you are a ray of sunshine
the wind blows cold
the squatters under the portico of the cashiers Champeon
French ...
but your luck and your child will not return
and remember no more,
only memories of childhood.
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