Confusion is a tunnel. There is always an end.

black and white era
color era
none
like in a movie.

you can touch me all
you want tonight
if I was dead
I couldn't let you.

with the cat's eyelight
Fog fogs of the time
walking slowly
in hard seconds.

all can't look at yours
shakes of branches of love
it is not visible

a love shows all
from sunset to sunrise

in the clouds a rainbow is a circle

seasons
streams
stars
a love...a tree...a rainbow

we know
they are in the time
of the snow *****
on the railroad stringers.

Faith
the power to not be
ruled by
everything
that shakes you

And the other thing
we have to live with it
correctly like him
for the people
looking up at us


- devote to Philippe Petit

In love
there is
no regrets.