Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Hara-Kiri

Tant de cadavres de papillons sur mon pare-brise. C'est le printemps.

2 comments:

Fly the Super said...

Awwww...

This reminds me of an episode in one land in the south on a black river beach they call the Amazon, where i thought i was stepping on dried leaves, only when they flied around and it felt like true heavens then to have felt like itsh to see many a stomped under my feet.

Cheers Najloul

Najlae said...

wherever you are must feel like true heavens my dear
xoxo