points.

and you'd give that all
forgetting who's gonna be marked
inside different eyes
but in the same remarkable place.
we'll be alone in times that we'll never be unmarked
without loneliness i would surely haven't known what's hapiness.
in the name of idiot faces, places, cigarettes, faces the indiffent faces
and in the name of human alone, we would truly die for you one more time.
i'll find you again in world's lonely Christmas
in the evening of tea where no-one has something special to give
foreign wishes.
we'll be forever together and forever unknown.

So let the love, let the love free to be yours.

eleven- of December

explosion of feelings;
you can't fuck with it.

date-time 8.

things do not change.
things don't change.
Oh, things darling, don't really change.

plaisant/nuit

Anyways, you'll always be my most pleasant word.
Good-night.