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THE INFINITE NORTH-POLE
"[...]I didn't see the time passing... and you were already gone. And long was the road, because I was on my own."
.......
French, illustrator.
this is my writing blog.

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Le livre aux papillons,

scarabées et grillons,

Brillants Autocollants,

Araignées en bonbons,

Mais ou est donc sa tête,

Lorsqu’il l’écoute,

jouer de la musique.

Despondent

De nature imparfaite.

Ta vie morte née.

Elle te l’a dit:

"Tu seras seul"

under the boat.

Placide. Le regard, sous la mer.

Bleu. Comme son âme, sur un radeau.

Le cœur, au bord de l’océan. 

Submergé, dans ce champ d’épées,

c’est ici, qu’il attend.

La cœur, dans les chaussettes.

Celui qui regarde passer,

les lumières.

un deux trois, tu ne pleureras pas.

You cried too much,

and now you drown,

in your own tears.

Petit royaume.

it’s all you got.

the littlest of all.

A little kingdom,

made out of tears,

for all you know,

it’s all you know.

About what happened yesterday night.

Afficher davantage

crémation.

Summer is coming back.

Faster than he ever did.

And that terrible feeling again.

Like laying on the ground, facing the floor.

People passing by.

Like lost in my time.

Missing my tempo.

Summer is coming back.

Burning it all in his way.

Burning it all

away.

Reception is boring #3

Bic pens make it impossible not to draw.

"Caberneol"
the final result, I’m done for today…
(not that I was asked but…yeah. still)

"Caberneol"

the final result, I’m done for today…

(not that I was asked but…yeah. still)

But the paper is sooo endearing, I had no choice.
nothing is symmetrical, but at this point, I simply don’t care anymore.

But the paper is sooo endearing, I had no choice.

nothing is symmetrical, but at this point, I simply don’t care anymore.

one day, me too I’ll take selfies è_é

strangely, i’m actually having fun.

Lavande

Lavande

S * H * I * S * H * I 

reception is boring #2

Les beaux satellites

Les beaux satellites

Les constelles
drawn on your face,
like millions of stars.
your freckles.

Les constelles

drawn on your face,

like millions of stars.

your freckles.