Lumière

There will always be the light outside. Even when you are surrounded by darkness, and what you got is a small, vile window like there is no hope anymore. There will always be, light. And you know what? It is uncountable.

They seem so tiny, petits. Yet they brinf you into places. You will never know where they are or what they are until you follow the light. Just never stop to look for the light.

Voice

Behind every story, there will always be the voice. 

Take a Deep Breath

People ask you not to stop. But sometimes you need to take a deep breath to find youself.

Sleeping

When people die, they look like sleepers. And when people sleep, sometimes they sleep like they already die. Is there any corelation between sleep and death? Is there any chance that sleep itself is a bridge between life and death?

Paint and Repaint

Je me re-peins à cause de la société - I repaint myself for society.

Le Repas

There is nothing more sincere than food

Serenade Of A Day

The dusk teach me how to be lonely