REBELLIONAIRE

I can fly  But I want his wings  I can shine even in the darkness  But I crave the light that he brings  Revel in the songs that he sings  My angel Gabriel

I can love  But I need his heart  I am strong even on my own  But from him I never want to part  He's been there since the very start  

Hedi slimAne * lamb * la petite grAnde

Purple haze all in my brain

Lately things just don't seem the same

Actin' funny, but I don't know why

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky

* * *2:51 Purple haze all in my eyes

Don't know if it's day or night

You've got me blowin´, blowin´ my mind

Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

jAmes marshall hendrix et la petite grAnde

...rinsed with mercury throughout to this bespattered fruit of reflection, rife with distortion (each other, clouds, trees). What made a mirror flout its flat convention?

Surfacing as a solid ... and what was the sensation when stars alone like bees crawled numbly over it?

Cerith Wyn EvAns et la petite grAnde

LIVE WHAT YOU LOVE

LOVE WHAT YOU LIVE

LOVE WHAT YOU LIVELOVE

WHAT

LIVE

YOU

WHAT

YOU

LOVE

My heart made a crack. Smack smack. I got such a deja vu deja vu deja vu deja vu deja vu, but this pain still hit s me like new new new new. Brand new crack in the asylum of love. You expect me to seal it with a dove.

Your asylum for love is overbooked, so i don t show you that the dove is underfed.

Keep kool, keep kid.

An illusion´s fool, surviving this hit hit hit hit.

La petite grAnde

CONSTANZE SHOT BY DARLING, MAKE-UP+HAIR BY ROXY

A POEM OH SO SWEET

A RHYME TO GIVE YOU A TREAT

SOME LINES TO VERIFY THE CONTEMPLATION

SOME PUNS FOR THE MANIFESTATION

REBELLIONAIRE HAS BEEN GIVEN THE PLEASURE

TO BE ACCOMPANIED BY YOU IN TIMES OF LEISURE

THERE WAS NO RHYTHM OF CLEAR STRUCTURE

BUT THE FEELINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN OF AUTHENTIC TEXTURE.

THERE IS GRATITUDE FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION

THERE IS THANKFULNESS FOR YOUR ADMIRATION

THERE IS A PROMISE FOR CONTINUITY

THERE IS AN OATH FOR AUTHENTICITY

La petite grAnde * Roxy HEART * Darling.

Shot by MARY*J

Maybe there’s a God above But all I’ve ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you It’s not a cry you can hear at nighT It’s not somebody who has seen the light It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

DARLING LISTENING TO LEONARD COHEN

ALTERING MY EGO

PLAYING LET-GO

BUILDING A HOUSE

FOR ME AND MY SPOUSE

DARLING NIKKI

I don't want to be shy Can't stand it anymore

I just want to say 'Hi' To the one I love

Cherry blossom girl I'll never love again

Can I say that to you Will you run away

If I try to be true Cherry blossom girl

Cherry blossom girl I'll always be there for

you That means no time to waste Whenever

there's a chance Cherry blossom girl

New day, new hurray.

What is the first thing, that hits your mind, when you wake up? What is the last thing to cross your thoughts when you fall asleep? Is there a special image hitting your inner eye when you enjoy your meal? Which senses approach to consciousness when you place the fork in your mouth? Replace fork by finger Salty? Bitter? Sour? Sweet? A fruity delight might hit her, this very hour, a fresh treat. A mingle of delights, enriching the world of your insides?