Fantasy. 

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/tumblrks7vyiY7Z01qzwhoto1500.jpgAround trees and guitars, it's the same.

Make me tea for real.

We used to speak with no sleep. 

I like it like that. That's true.

Never the same. 

Maybe better, but can't imagine.

The people.

Looking and fooling. Around the parc.

So many dogs. Pouah. 

 

And the night's just started. 
It's not winter anymore.
Enough.