I was surprised, that’s all.
It was like going up to the sixth floor in an elevator with no lights.
Dark… and scared.
Looking forward to it to stop.
Love? What are we like so much about it for?
What a strange feeling to count on for?
Are we all not just so much deceived?
I love dogs.
But in Paris they are ugly.
like their masters Jjong jjong.
Then again there is a different kind too.
A master-dog type. A real relationship.
I put a music to my ears, to my heart.
99% of it.
Somebody told me that it was a question of taste.
Then it must be my taste.