Fleurs

We wait for the spring to photograph flowers. Moods change with moon like flowers in bloom. The shining sun plays hide & seek with the big white clouds. We wait for the spring to identify flowers, we write a silly song, and all day we sing along. This is about these things called magical, or about lalalalala. We wait for the spring to collect the flowers, to classify it by perfume and by colour. Here comes the summer and a devil heat. If you are a piece of meat, i am a piece of shit.



On a enterré les fleurs mortes dans le cimetière en haut de la montagne.



On a gardé les fleurs vivantes dans le jardin pour témoigner.