Demain: contrôle de géographie.
J'ai même plus le temps de dessiner, moi...
Carnet de croquis, photos et petites pensées.
Walking, moving, Without falling. In my mouth the taste of fear, In my nose the scent of air, In my hand, a rope that leads further and further. And below, a river which, through lakes, hills and trees passes to the seas. The wind in my face prints its...