Friday, March 30, 2012

Printemps je t'aime

How can you not love French when you discover a wonder book like this one?
It's weird how books always come to you if you know how to wait for them. All these years, living what once I had thought as surreal, made me grow seeds of quiet phantasmagorias.
Books don't talk unless you look them in the eyes.

I'll never stay away from you, books and flowers.

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