People leave. Often. Quickly.It hurts, hurts a lot. I do not mean death, it is obvious that once we die. I mean that, people are important to us one day say "goodbye" and they disappear. Sometimes they come back..
"Love is in the air In the whisper of the trees Love is in the air In the thunder of the sea And I don't know if I'm just dreaming Don't know if I feel sane But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when you call out my name."
ROUGE lapin is a mix of fashion, photographs, drawings, and everythings that comes to mind. It's a little like reading a newspaper, cutting out what we are interested and paste it in the diary. Here English mixed with French, reality with magic.