A pebble rolls under the torrent of words between lips and smile such a foghorn pitfall avoided at the risk of awakening the permitted caress the fruit falls on the grass kiss of a furtive encounter in tune with the passage of clouds of an intricate order no regrets fine flower set with a tear posed filed on the gallows wood rough introduction with a gentle caress made of honey just conversation time that it was agreed to continue in this waiting station standing in the center vintage of a labyrinth without counterpart way of conceiving the escape through the woods torn sails by the fingers of Aunt Jeanne.
