The way I feel.

Une sorte de rêve chinois.

Tea for two.

Girls don't cry.

Petals, pearls and sparks.

Today, my birthday.

November and its potential to perform charming everyday wonders.
(Autumn rose, the cat is on the table, inspiring fruits)

That bright glowing place.

Douceur parisienne.

She pours a daydream in cup.

November.

Make a wish.

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

Roses- George Eliot

Mais je veux vivre-vivre-vivre comme ceux qui s'aiment.

Only real when shared.