Stadium de Toulouse...(25/11)

It was an ordinary match of Ligne 1 where Toulouse played with Rennes at home. An ordinary soirée for the supporters to enjoy with some 6,000 audience to sing, to enjoy and to climb up onto the fence for some exciting moment...the stadium was renovated for the 1998 World Cup and there is still a big panel with the logo of the 98 event. The atmosphere of the match reminds me some moments in the Mongkok stadium during my childhood. It was just a relaxing moment for the neighbourhood to lay back under an ordinary sky shaded with warm moonlight. Toulouse won a home game, and as a match to be easily forgotten by most of the audience, there were just some moment of a live demonstration about what we called 'the chance'. Sometimes in life a chance would come in double. But would it be a double happiness? We may not have the chance yet to know.

The end of a night in Toulouse...(25/11)

This was the colour covering the dreams. People use to have a false perception about the colour of the clouds that hold a dream...

Never would it be white except a dream of blankness. When the dawn comes, it segments the sky into layers of perspectives, a contemplation of the completion of dreams. When people are separating from their consciousness to each other, they meet in dream of wonder and ponder. The eye lids are the cloud of immortality, and they protect the ultra light from the quietness and pause. Under the lids, the retina receives the glory of thanks a dream colours. The sky of dawn in Toulouse was lovely to me, and unlike the one in Biarritz, it erased the unnecessary foggy tragedy the pair of eyes have to suffer. The exploitation of functionality is a massacre to elite, and the door of wisdom harmonises an awakening sky in the collage of colours. It weights.