Raining outside the sun is lost and lonely,according to my old man a bottle of beer you can hear the music of the raindrops,the fog is coming down from the roof through your head while the wind blows.

Hang over I used to say,to stay is to be alive,to forget is to forgive,and leave the past behind.

Hang over is on your head the pain and craziness inside,the emptiness,loneliness and dizziness that makes the one man cry...the mist is on their way,my tears is falling down on me...got drunk and foolish on a party but nobodies perfect just get carried a way the beauty of the moon and the beach at flic en flac concert with cecille my guitar,i was lost and hate myself for being foolish but what done is done,let baygons be baygons..Life is really strange you reach the moment of the happiest state and then the Sad and depressing thoughts will take over,maybe because of missing my home town and everybody i Love as an expat here in Mauritius you need to be strong and survive all challenges along the way,because still there is no place like home...cheers!(see you on my next blog)