Black and white
Like playing chess
In case of color
More is less

L’hotel Rouge

As I crossed that street
We used to walk
Hand in hand
Smile and talk
You crossed my mind
So to speak
It moved my heart
I felt weak.

Apres Colette

Once upon a time
In a bedroom in Paris

As if everything and everyone is trying to hide
When day transforms into night.

Old love never dies.

I want you berry close to me.

Never just in one place.