In My Room
Why do my rooms always look like an explosion of absolute madness? Joyful madness, but still…
Why do my rooms always look like an explosion of absolute madness? Joyful madness, but still…
And even all these years later, when the world seems so sad, I love to think about that transcendent night: sitting under the stars with a beloved friend, a bottle of wine, and singing so exquisite that it took my breath away, filling me with irreplaceable treasures that money could never buy.