MALINCONIA.

---im not here---

---please let a message---

---better if short and clear. Angry.---

---Bip.

elle-v-vous.

Just came back from Paris. Its been a so fast week...

Party in Normandie, freezing ocean

Versailles beyond hay balls

Kissing Victor Noir at Père Lachaise Champagne on the roof Meanwhile i keep turning.. this summer A la recherche du temps perdu

Soon the pictures.

Elle I wish I could see you in the dark

Some of us blow but some of us softly spark

Some of them told me they saw you shining bright

To me it doesn't matter If you're empty on the week end

If you're waiting for the summer to end and start again

It doesn't matter if you're wrtiting foolish letters

If you put them in a bottle

If you're waiting for a dreamer

To answer through the water

If i can lure you away...

these days there is party mood everywhere. is taking me up. in a week i'll finish my exam and fly to paris. i feel like a stranger to me. i wrote a story of fast meetings. "see you at la dolce vita".