onsdag 6 augusti 2014


I love you and I hate you.
Paris, you can really kill me slowly with your toxic charm, dust and fast movement.
You can give me butterflies in my stomach of your beauty and passion.

When we want to escape, it's to get closer to ourselves.
To that part that Paris hide, in the tranquility, in the Nature and where the ego doesn't grows.


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