I can picture our little and comfortable apartament, our dirt clothes waiting for the blessed laundry, our books and the small worlds within 'em, all that little lovers in the stories, have fallen in love with us.

I can lick the taste of our snacks and smell something burning in the oven, danmit! We forget again!

B'an... We are so happy! So crazy, so high.

B'an, our little empire is so loudly quiet, all the warm orange tones of the sunlight exist just to celebrate our art that we call love and the nature call emergence! Two burning humans, they gonna explode the planet.

And we will.

Two commets.

Two big vulcains.

Two soflty bites in the heaven.

Loving you, tastes like peace.