a glimpse of hell scorched my soul, salty ripples lick my wounds, behemoth whirlpool wants to tear me away from my pedestal.
Étiquette : mediterranean
delicate hull
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.
Jean-Philippe LACHOT
a glimpse of hell scorched my soul, salty ripples lick my wounds, behemoth whirlpool wants to tear me away from my pedestal.
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.