» My sun is black as oil but does not make any spot. »
Lying down the park’s green carpet where all the ones i ignore are looking at me…
No more fire, no more fint, and my iPod is dead. Fortunately, nature is well done, i’m not alone, my sun is here. He caresses my skin with his eternal beams. After mother earth from where my black crystal comes, it is him, my morning star, who will feed my indispensable peripheral devices.
My ears are eventually fed again by my incredible chlorophyllous crystal ‘Swa’. I can dive back into my mental volutes till the end of this peaceful and sunny afternoon.
