The news broke brutal gallery Tournicoton just closed its doors, and at this time KUAI HELE disappeared. The "why" and "how" will not be mentioned in this post. Just a few lines dedicated to Nasstik Mariaka and, as a courtesy to WORK with that little extra that I express no modesty here. You know me well enough to know what may have my heart. I feel a vibration was killed, but I also know she did not disappear.
Tonight a moth, with wings of a yellow-orange came to rest on my keyboard as I write these lines, a butterfly beating its fragile wings gently, like a technicolor idling. I look out into the night, stars shine, but more particularly ... I smiled, closing his eyes and I imagine this butterfly, as a thought related to that star.
