Henry’s photoblog.

I wanna hold your face, and toast the snow that falls. Sunless sky Hands are trembling I feel like Love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye, I think it’s making something special and I’m smart enough to try If You don’t trust Yourself for at least one minute each day…well, You should trust in this, my little girl, ‘cuz Love is coming our way. Hearts are beating, even if (maybe) my body is not big enough to keep all this pulsating red Love inside - - maybe my body is not big enough, especially now that its other half is sleeping in such a distant cold bed. But I’m thanking God that we met. Since You came here I’ve been doing nothing else than breathing Love, but maybe I’m still too young to take care of such a precious Person as You are. So I'll wait for you… and I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? And I’m thanking God, while I’m praying Him not to leave You alone. There’s nothing I want to receive from You, except You to accept the Everything that I’d like to give You. (…) we’ve been floating in the Air: unearthly Happy, me and You held up by our incredibly Sweet Feelings - - but maybe I’m just too old to make Your Life as bright as I’d like it to be. Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one Oh, will I ever learn? My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever And I’m here in the Cold. Alone I’m struggling through this dense Feeling, stumbling ‘cause I don’t know how You feel, on my knees ‘cause I’m not doing anything to make your Life a little bit better. I’ll see my naked body walking, for kilometres and kilometres, in the frozen snow: I’ll lose everything just to give You the future You deserve to receive. I’ll lose everything just to give You the future You deserve to receive, and the last thing that I’ll see will be You, peaceful and happy with your family: You and them beside the fireplace… …then I’ll shed tears of Joy, then I’ll disappear.

Note: Interpol and Jeff Buckley in cursive.
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