look how white is the sky... listen to the wind, it scares me...

lost in paris, and a blue car

Lili

Lili is springtime, she's a flower, she's a season. Oh Lili.
Lili is a young girl, and a mother, and a grandmother.
Lili is a song, she's a poem, she's a painting on the wall.

polar nights

1 January 2009

"I have just landed. It is 3:30 in the afternoon. The sun is setting and the cold hits my eyes, glittering tears on my cheeks.
Polar nights were made to dream all day long (polar nights were made to live dreams).
Sailing boats emprisoned in icy rivers, ballerinas dancing on lakes (but the swan cries). Snow flakes and whirpools in the purple sky."

Porvoo, Finland

(i fell in love with a crow)

all there is left is a broken heart
(and a flame)

(the most beautiful book i have ever read)

p. 41 - 44

I hope some day i can fly there with a hot air balloon, and meet Lord Cigogne... and have a house built and have my own zubial... Oh! Let me believe this is not only a story... Let me believe that the island is somewhere lost in Oceania... further than New Caledonia... Let me believe love is still a part of this world...