Through the looking glass.

Faces

La petite fille, sa robe fleurie, un ballon rouge.

Faces

A sorta fairytale.

Tenere uccellini nel cavo socchiuso della mano è terribile, è come se avessi gli istanti tremuli nella mano.
- Clarice Lispector

Nobody, not even the rain -

Faces

Si soffocava per la luce ardente.

Faces

Coming down from my siamese dream.

Faces

She likes the colour red, but she painted her walls in purple. She just got a brand new bed. The light was very warm. She is obsessed with Dexter. She designs objects, but doesn't care much for those she owns.

Tea for two.

That bright glowing place.

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.

Je ne veux pas travailler.

Parle avec moi.

La vie des autres.