Sans parole/wordless : Ronda la nuit
Archives du mot-clé light
like a soul
I went there to see the past, its ornaments, its oh!s and ah!s I saw my soul instead, its darkness in search of light, I saw a path and shadows, and a road that does not stop. Sans parole : en route vers Cascais/ on the way to Cascais
smiling too much
smiling too much
it is the thought that counts
grounding the ideal
we will say things
too many
behind closed doors
(and the sun continues) night blue
because it was night time but it was also blue
because it was dark but there was also some light
because the road was long, but fabulous at the end of it
