Il Faut E Pater Le Bourgeois. One

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

It's The Devil Who Pulls The Strings That Make Us Dance

The Insatiable Thirst For Everything That Lies Beyond, And That Life Reveals, Is The Most Living Proof Of Our Immortality.

Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.

But The True Voyagers Are Only Those Who Leave Just To Be Leaving; Hearts Light, Like Balloons, They Never Turn Aside From Their Fatality And Without Knowing Why They Always Say: "let's Go!