Wonders to the one who sees and darkness is

Without the shade of the hand, it would have been bright yellow, still nice, but the shade neither white or red.

Always looking to see if there would be one of four, with a thought to the shamrock

garlic and onions one for the vampires the other for sicknesses like scorbut in a far vessel

Comme un bouquet de violettes quand les chansons etaient des chansons et que l'amour etait de l'amour et que les mafias etaient encore humaines

The yellow mixes and matches perfectly the green, the lumens hit constantly warming us even when none, by the thoughts

comme la dame elles sont belles, des boutons gros comme un poing et des fleurs par dizaines, des camelias

The hidden side of the pot is making this side blooming with a bit of .....

Is the sun stupid enough to think noone can see it?

here it is, reminding of Davey's on the road again

This shape of the helios isn't the shape we photographed, but the shape on the photograph