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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Friday, March 31, 2006

La musique de la famille Nenon

The scene: A French family harvesting grapes from an abandoned vineyard making music with buckets and shears.


beautiful


enchanting


magic


I want to own it: secretly, selfishly
I want to share it: loud and proud
but it isn't mine...

The only thing it is (for me) now is inside me. living and breathing. And everywhere I go, this tune plays itself out and I see it, like something touchable, like freedom, fly.

Kinda like you.

Tu me manques...

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