“He thinks that morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia.” [imdb]
This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map