Eymric Moderne alias 
"MOEY"

She waits at her source… while this timid Sun warms hearts in stranded choruses. And if the wind could dry the wounds, it would be futile to turn them into a river of tears. While Love, flirting with the sky, reveals itself faithful to Nature. She continues to paint her laments for having missed those moments spent with her beloved… Always flowing from the source, she will return to him, hoping that she, now a flower, will not be able to stand alone in the already blooming field to tell him “I love you.”