I wish I was a fisherman

tumbling On the sea

far away frOm dry land

and its bitter memOries

casting Out my sweet line

with abandOnment and lOve

nO cieling bearing dOwn On me

save the starry sky abOve

with Light in my head

and yOu in my arms

pas vrai, mec ?

Journal palois n°1

Piscine anglaise


Et enfin Micro-climat

Ce soir le Berry

Old par D.b le 20 Août 2003