•I looked up at the sky and saw a red balloon flying high. Lonely, giving up by someone but continuing its way. I thought "Oh, great! I'll be like a balloon!" And nobody, but me, could never understand it. But, every time, I smiled and continued my way.
•Somewhere, I found my dream flying up in the sky in a red balloon.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poesia~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.