Without the shade of the hand, it would have been bright yellow, still nice, but the shade neither white or red.
Always looking to see if there would be one of four, with a thought to the shamrock
garlic and onions one for the vampires the other for sicknesses like scorbut in a far vessel
Comme un bouquet de violettes quand les chansons etaient des chansons et que l'amour etait de l'amour et que les mafias etaient encore humaines
The yellow mixes and matches perfectly the green, the lumens hit constantly warming us even when none, by the thoughts
comme la dame elles sont belles, des boutons gros comme un poing et des fleurs par dizaines, des camelias
The hidden side of the pot is making this side blooming with a bit of .....
Is the sun stupid enough to think noone can see it?
here it is, reminding of Davey's on the road again
This shape of the helios isn't the shape we photographed, but the shape on the photograph
