Cantilever Blueprints

My Cigarette and I rounds outside the house of my beautiful inspiration.

My cigarette and I looked for a flower to bring into your post.

My Cigarette and I think, remember and feel the closeness and distance of my pretty maid.

My Cigarette and I smile, dreaming that some day I want.

My Cigarette and I only suffer, in reality, the realization that I did not.

My cigarette died and there he was, accompanying this sad flower in the post ...

... and I went back ...

... empty handed.

Den-Sahr - The great gentleman is still alive ...