Wednesday, 6 June 2012

We both like this bit...

''Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realising what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...''


  1. I love this bit, i'll always be your star (just like a rose...)

  2. płakać mi się chcę jak patrzę na taki Londyn, idealny ze wspomnień.