Mes envies, mes humeurs. Mes amies, mes amours, mes sorties, mes montages. Le regard toujours tourné vers le ciel. Le détail de leurs déplacements dans les airs. Allongé je tue le temps. A observer les cieux sous la pluie le vent. Je sens au loin mes doutes.

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Helping you find inspiration, ideas, and smiles between the lines. I can feel it occasionally. I can sense it in the strums of a guitar. In the smell of newly cut grass. Like a recurring dream, one sense can take me to the point that holds my most prized memories. The place where the stars are most elegant. Where my spirit can rest. My mark of heaven here on this Earth. Where the orange wild lilies bloom along the tracks.