La vie nous mène vers directions distinctes l'une de l'autre comme des pôles opposés.

where relax happens the time goes on and on and the river of the storms where the night climb at night where the flowers bloom without a spoon, where the night last where the love is .... real and true

If the roses are red the love burns and the places turn down to ..... hell

where i drown in tears is what you must fear, because i already told my love is real and true.

Picturing the picture of the moment

Beauty of maths ...

street art

Paris Street Art