*Friday, 25 July ’08 / 14.06

And everything’s move.

Like the sun;

rise on mornin’

set between twilight.

And when it’s happen,

we have another hopes

to start nu change,

nu chance.

There’s life there’s hope.

But, hope can be cruel.

Just waitin’ da miracles.

Perhaps, my nymph

still bring its to me.

AMIEN.

sign. ‘rKNz Louphingisme