01 January 2004

NY

happy new year, love, wherever you are.

we have never had new year kiss...we have met few days after new year, and you died at the first glimpse of summer. just like a snowflake, too good for this world.

here's a glass with a shot of absinthe, filled up with champagne, for you, for me, for all the people brave enough to endlessly love in this very finite world, for fireworks, for kisses, for all the loves we keep loving, for beautiful words and pictures, for snow, for sun, for waking up from the sun shining on your love's shoulder, for sadness and for hope, for memories.

rest well, come back soon.

love,
your lark