Poetry in Paris, Juillet 2009 Analogic, Victor's dark room.

I feel observed

Every night before going to bed i write. Sometimes i cry. I dont like to write my stories here, althought i think i should be more open with the world.

Today its been a pretty white wine time, i'm so in love with Rome sometimes.

Et je danse

fade away.

lightsandshadows

lights

shadows

lights

i should try this. this summer seems so far to me.. there she stands as if alive.

Senza posa.

Nowadays i could hate everyone.

Il faut que je sois

Sans Pose.