Why, pray why on earth, would Ms. Carla Bruni desire to meet up with me and send me an invite to Paris?
Is she out of her senses ? Or am I, to actually accept it, fly to Paris and wait for her by the Champs-Elysees ?
Truly, this is the wierd stuff dreams are made of. Literally, I mean. :)
2 comments:
withered leaves...er..you seem to be a little less prolific these days...we miss your comments..:)
where art thou?
Loves,
Evo
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