vincet

Fuck.........................................................................!.
"I have to cut my nerves which connect my body with brain with senses with heart with desire", said the individal time of our fuckin' life! Is that all there is ?

The faun told to the shot-wind which arrived quicky in his face : I don't renounce!

I love a girl
I love a girl
Never the time
Never the time

I love the time
I love the time
Foreve' a girl
Foreve'a girl

During this time
During this time
So, too much coeur
So, too much coeur

But it's the line
But it's the line
Of the saveur
Of the saveur.



A time of silence. Bye dears.