The heart cries, weeps and laments. Our tears are drunk by the ghosts roaming between us. One can but dream of a reunion, which will require the ultimate sacrifice. Meanwhile, the tombs around, made of hardened tears, are alive with memories of youth. While the autumn wind is felt in the back. See here a few laughs. A few wines a few beers. With pleasure I tell you. That the night will be long. I can hear you howling.

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While I was raised to be completely cognitive, to intellectualize everything and find their meaning, I was born an aesthete. Design and function, meaning and art must co-exist in space. I suppose this is why I have a Japanese obsession because these two things sit side by side. Both hold an important part in the creation of anything.

This moment in time is yours, not theirs.