Mouvements amples.

Roi des sables.

Trop long


The Wheel turns,

The Wolves run.

The Train comes,

The Brain works.

for we’ve been used to dark screens.

let those come in..

Mille feuilles scintillent

Passer sans bousculer aucune quille.

No theme shows up.

Sereins seront les dieux,

Morts seront les cieux.

Them keep watching ¿

Far from it.

“Ne m’achèverons que les cents passions.”

Time was grandly wasted.

Mistaken too many times.

Les feuilles tombent.


garçon interstellaire