I know the smell of my own prison...

You would have turned 51 today. (well yesterday in Australia)

You would have been beautiful and you would have smiled your lovely smile.I know you do somewhere higher in the sky.You’re the sunshine in my mind.

It’s closed to midnight. The sky has turned from red to dark. I am near to fall into. A dream of you. You might be here if this life wasn’t this tough. But tonight I turn my eyes to the sky. Lift them higher where I know you shine. And I raise my glass to you. The stars they’re writting your name. In the middle of the night. All along this giant sky. And I can’t help crying for you. For I miss you I can’t get through. And the time flies. Just take a moment to send 51 roses in the sky. I hope they’ll rich you. I’m never going to forget you.

                                                          To Michael Hutchence ♥

HAPPY NEW YEAR !

Wake up to a brand new day

This is not ficcion. Time to wake up.

                                                    Photo taken by the great James NACHTWEY

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