Du blabla de mon nouveau chez moi, parce qu'avouez-le, ça vous manque mon blabla quotidien ! Photos et découvertes, anecdotes, places to be... London by me baby.
Ladybird bathing in the moonlight, aren't you scared of drowning ? I never knew that you learned how to swim ! But be careful little tiny baby Ladybird, for the shark is close to the shore at night... Swim, swim pretty Ladybird ! Swim until you cross my road again : far far away from horizon, beyond the crushing of sky and ocean. There I'll wait for you, where the sea gets her taste, in the white and shiny land of Salt. I'll be lying asleep under the stars, waiting for your bug's whisper to wake me up. Little tiny reddish thing, blowing me dots of life and soul; shiny baby pretty Ladybird, you kiss me and I am no longer a doll.
Photo (floue) d'une photo...Trouvée dans le fatras de souvenirs chez mes grands-parents. Il s'appelait Michel Hoffman, et il est mort en Juillet 1952, à 21 ans.
Violente impression de voir Rimbaud...
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