Je cherche pas à que mon blog sois mieux que celui des autres ou pour plaire.

He looks at the canvas with love. And at me with scrutiny. To the Land of Nod. From whence no work comes. Further into the bush,. That was sitting on the same branch. And early afternoon, turned out to be. A brittle leaf, struggling to hang on.

We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. Thursday, November 17, 2011. Well, you never really thought of having a camera with such a cool pattern right? I mean most of all the cameras in this world are just a plain boring black.

Bijour a tous jmapele david jai 18ans et je sui celib! Jaime la dance .