I wish you the welcome in my space of freedom.

Freedom to think, freedom to create, freedom to dream... and especially freedom to escape!

Certain spirits seem born never to rest and to be lost in their boiling of ideas...


Useful sometimes, futile ideas generally, on this point the good fairy with me had fun!

Then I deliver this place to you, the division with you... criticize me, encourage me, your reactions will be able only to enrich me and open to me with new glances.

I hope to allure you, hold your attention, to give you the desire for returning there... that a grimace takes shape or that an eyebrow of interest rises, to have offered a little your time to me will encourage me to think that mine was not spent in vain.


With the pleasure of reading you...

The gift
So that each day you read in my eyes
How much my love I dream of us two
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you
So that each day you reads in my heart
How much my love I dream of softness
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you

I will shout on the roofs
Howl with which will hear it
That happiness came
At home too

To hold with the current my close relations
That my star smiled
All arrives when one accorche
And god thank you

So that each day you read in my heart
How much my love I dream of softness
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you
So that each day you reads in my eyes
How much my love I dream of us two
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you

I know that nothing is acquired
Called into tous.les.jours question
I know well that all is finished
Too much quickly, too short

I want to vibrate day and night
To enjoy what one gives me
To benefit from this life
Who impassions me

So that each day you read in my eyes
How much my love I dream of us two
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you
So that each day you reads in my heart
How much my love I dream of softness
And to say you low that most beautiful of the gifts it is you