lundi 18 juillet 2016


on july 15th i woke up from an (almost) sleepless night
the eyes focused on what was happening in nice
a lump in my throat
and fear and anxiety.
the only place i wanted to be, where i would feel safe and appeased, 
was la maison la roche,
at the end of this tiny dead end street.
alone in the house, surrounded by soft colors.

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