I woke up in a place I had never been before.

La vie des autres.

But, as I once read, a tulip is a tulip only in Holland.

You've got a lovely way with words.

A starry sky just under my feet.

Floating fast like those hummingbirds.

That's how I plucked white orchids through a drinking glass.
(But for a second I thought they were butterflies).

As if I were a doll.

My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine.

There's nothing wrong with love.

Sunday morning, praise the dawning.

Reflecting upon the taste of beauty.

I felt so funny I felt so sad.

Raindrops like teardrops on the cover of that book.

Capturing fairytales in every corner of my room.

What if marble turned into flesh.

Oh! How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath.

Alice grabs a cookie marked "eat me". It tastes like magic.

I was hypnotized by a strange delight, under a lilac tree.
(Shot by Fra)