August.
Summer passing by, this amazing light through the trees.
Smoking far too much, reading "à la recherche" de Proust, drinking wine and talking about how, why, are we ever going to make it.
I will keep the smell of the sun on your skin, your absence, your smile when you see me, your sorrow, and your beautiful mind.
I will keep everything from you, until the end of times.
Your blond hair with braids, your soft skin, the way you look just like a painting.
I remember seeing those beautiful landscapes and wanted to cry because it was so poetic.
The view from the window in the morning, our fights, our rides by the countryside.
Sometimes i wonder why everything has to be so complicated.
Why can't we love without fear, why can't we just believe in a better future.
You cried, you were lost.
I hold you in my arms, but i could not stop wondering if I would ever love again, as i did younger. The kind of love that follows you around and make you smile because this is love, full of beauty, of romance and sweetness.
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| My bedroom at my family's place |
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| When i was a kid |
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| Les roses du jardin |
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| Redouté au musée de la Vie Romantique |
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| Les Tuilleries |
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| Being a cat lady |
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| Blond Dreamgirl |
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| Back home, marché aux fleurs |
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| This light |
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| My favorite place to read "A la recherche" |
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| Saint Marc cemetery |
"Sonate Pacifique" L'Impératrice
"Down by the river" Milky Chance
"Invisible things are the only reality" E.A.Poe
Une vie à te regarder changer.
L'odeur des pins en fin de journée.
Les jours parisien.
