H O N E Y M O O N Stairway To Heaven

And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last,
When all are one and one is all,
To be a rock and not to roll.
Helmut Newton

Helmut Newton

I looked for you in my closet tonight.

I looked for you in my closet tonight.

(Source : bbook)