That day I was painting and I was wishing every stroke from my brush was dropping love on my canvas.
I was saying “love” for every orange stroke I was giving.
I was listening to Camille and I started singing. I forgot to say “love” for every orange stroke.
Pale Septembre il serait temps de s’entendre sur le nombre de jours qui jonchent le sol
d’octobre.
J’ai troqué l’amour pour la poésie.
A moins que ce ne soit l’inverse.
I aboslutely love the colors Juliette, well done, it looks brilliant.