You needed the help of the wicked wood witch, the Jezinka. You climbed a fence made of human bones, and followed a path lit by glowing skulls. You journeyed onwards, straight ahead, through the dark dank woods, and finally you find the place were the water springs from the tree roots. "Are you here of your own free will or …
On ne reste pas parce qu'on aime certaines personnes ; on s'en va parce qu'on en déteste d'autres. Il n'y a que le moche qui vous fasse agir. On est lâche.
At Midnight, I like to lay down and touch.
…"believe only your own experiences of life. To die free of guilt is to die pure.A star. and every man and woman is a star. PSTV
Que hare yo sobre estos campos,cogiendo nidos y ramas, rodeado de la aurora y llena de noche el alma, Q ue hare si tiene tus ojos muertos a las luces claras y no ha de sentir mi carne el calor de tus miradas. -Lorca.
Sister. Feel the earth… taste of the air. Do you hear… the sound of the clouds… and the scent of the wind… all becoming one?
