Pour Clara
2017
Dear Clara,
There is a universe between your bright star and my milky way,
No wind in my ears
No sun in my eyes
No storm in my brain
But a thunder rising up with surprising moons and melting up with the sun
Pour Clara
2017
Dear Clara,
There is a universe between your bright star and my milky way,
No wind in my ears
No sun in my eyes
No storm in my brain
But a thunder rising up with surprising moons and melting up with the sun