want to live without wings ... 
  there!  
 
 Parisian life stifles 
 one day maybe I would leave 
 unfold 
 p'te the ball of 'tired' ... 
 I would empty the bag of 'If' and 'But' ... 
 and I'd place in the sun of my desires 
 
 
 [...] [A dream without stars is a forgotten dream.] 
 'Paul Eluard'