I love Paris in the springtime, I love Paris in the fall.

I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles.

I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.

I love Paris every moment, every moment of the year.

I love Paris, why, oh, why, do I love Paris ? Because my love is near.

I miss the summer in your smile.

J'ai bof le temps de mettre à jour mon blogounet. Mais l'envie est revenue.

Un peu d'air.

Comme une drogue.

Let's dance !

"I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful."