they say it changes

on sunday, kleo and i were running to see the sun go down.

saturday we took the train to gent to go shopping

and we went to see the glass house of music for life :)

i took pictures with my disposable camera in gent,

and we've made 2 pictures in the photobooth,

but my scanner doesn't work.

patti smith

wants to remind us that eggs,
in their fragile perfection,
come out of a hen's ass.

-

don't you
let me go

let me go

tonight

nimsay

i am tired and i miss kleo :(

it was snowing again this morning :)

goodbye sleep, hello geography

Mes pas sur les dalles suivent tes pas

Mais la vie sans toi
N'est qu'un grand puit sans fond
N'est que sanglots, violons
Tu as laiss? un grand vide ? la maison

zhazhazha

just nine days exam and then the Christmas holidays!