Bloodflowers

A Forest

playfortoday

Faith

Disintegration

Holyhours

Apart

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The unction of the words is an immortal fancy; music, she, is a mysticism which soaks every spectre of this earth.

This site, is the area of our consciousness, a story of our beautiful perception, an infinite renewal of interrogation, a simple  nothingness of monotonous chant of a pope of the song.

The mistresses of these places, warns you;

By opening these doors, you take the risk to be "stigma" by 5 knives blacks and subtle of genius who have Sowed the world of a macabre and dance amnesty of the truth.

You will be enchanted by the heat of the death, the lips will make for you tip over in eternal whirlwind of romanticism black.

Before of ended this parchment of presentation, my brother  which has allowed me to put on-line the site, sébastien for the magnificent page of entrance(el picasso Data processing), doris which comes to help me for projects, and band(  boysfriend and The company of "poullettes" come from the cold ehehheheh !!!!!!) which accompanied me during the last concerts.

Welcome has you on the  french site " do you wanna touch "

Oh tortured spirit, lets you invade by the melancholic sensual delight of our site, your last appeal to the cure.

 contact: doyouwannatouch@ifrance.com