“The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.”
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map