I have smothered in the narrowness of your mindsI have despaired along your vacant aspirations. My heart has splintered through you indulgenceMy soul has crushed
So you want to live your life … ?
Sophie knew it. She had prepared the path for what she was about to experience that day.All these imbroglios straight out of Zen stories, all
On this very special eve A familiar, comfortable, remotely throbbing feeling Is letting myself melt into this place of Softly Sad. Like songs written in
A french version of this article is availabel here : Karma Burning….Parvenir à l’Arrêt Could it be possible that all our detours are guided by a
(french version available here : Au Siffloteur des Matins) From the fierce immaturity of my teenage years, I would question him about the endless universe