Le goût de... Special Taste of... HU LU DAO
Is it the smell of zinc, the smoke that made us cry or the scarce acid rain ? Is it the purple sea or the grey foggy sky ? Is it the carpet of the day that we discovered late at night ?
It's about all that and about other things.
Hu Lu Dao we miss you.
QUAND LES BUREAUX DEVIENNENT DES STADES
Il y a 30 minutes