Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves