Game Over

I came back home,

I didn't mess around.
He is not here and I am burning.

Game is over, I 'll find another one.

Swords

My head hurts...

A young fellow is attracted by me...strange attraction ?
I have his hand...
I has my name.

What if...

He was cute,
he was tired.

Brida comes to me !!!

Rotterdam

I lost my luggages.

I met the "Man" (Robert, if u read that, please contact me for we have things to end up...).

I met Nanaz, great dynamic women.

I met Hans, a bit german.

I fuck the mother fucking rude door man of the Cinema'Bar (in front of the Irish pub).
Look guy, I don't speak netherlandish,
but u jerk need to see a doctor.

I finally met one of my soul mate...
Irish pub, you & me, and nothing else (but your girlfriend).
If you remember Daniel Quinn, Remember me !!!

Please,
Get in touch with me, I did not have time to tell you everything,
to show you everything.

I get back home
for I am the tall-dark-hair-white-wine lady...

Kiss me...

I am dying...
I am not like this all the time?

Ouhah Cantona !!!

Great Manchester...

Three days again around.
Italian restaurant, shity hotel.

No one could ever know what it is to be stuck in here.