Gromnax

A stole tear, Prologue. Translated in english. Paris, district of the La Defense, 00:37 am. In the dark streets of the city light, only some lampposts dared to disturb the night-peace. This evening, the shy Moon had hidden, reddening, behind the magnificent Eiffel Tower which reigned over the most beautiful city of the world. The Seine, from part of its world-famous romanticism, continued indefatigably to slide between the buildings(ships) of the capital. Between the historic houses, and the economic, political and commercial buildings(ships), was held a small pâté of quiet house. These three small buildings(ships) chic seemed to l