SOLEIL NOIR by antoine gassion from france

" My sun is black as the oil
but does not make a spot. "

Lengthened on the plant carpet of the park where everything those whom I ignore, look at me...

No more fire, no more flints and my ipod died. Fortunately, the nature is made well, I am not alone, my sun is there. He caresses me the skin of his eternal beams. After the earth-mother where comes from my black crystal, it is him, my day star, that will feed my indispensable peripherals.

My ears were finally fed by my incredible chlorophyllous crystal 'Swa', I can dive back into my mental volutes till the end of this peaceful and sunny afternoon.