"I need help, I flood me, the life is very too heavy for my transparent wings!
It is as a small death. The air which I inhale is less pure. His main element went away?
It is exactly that, it is as the air which passes in us, it is vital but one notices even no more its presence?!"
Ecrit par Margotte, le Mercredi 21 Août 2002, 21:47 dans la rubrique "Ces Mots...". Repondre a cet article
