Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Charlotte, the queen, the windmill of France

welcome. this is Charlotte. you must know her. I just spent an evening with her. Virtually.
A little pinky Frenchie with a lot of style of her own. Admiration. Listening. Tea drops on my palm. CHarlotte often fills my mornings with increasing amount of distance from everyday life. I just flow, float, follow her melodies.

Charlotte does not waste your time. Morning, evening, just a mere being becomes real. (beck comes along, their video- recommended).

A bit of energy. Morning arrives. Night waves goodbye. Try it. Now.

Goodnight. Voyage au bout de la nuit.

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