mardi, février 15, 2011
ta peine
dimanche, février 13, 2011
gift
samedi, février 12, 2011
wishing
vendredi, février 11, 2011
en outre.
jeudi, février 10, 2011
Strong always
mardi, février 08, 2011
destiné
j'aurais voulu
le tango
dimanche, février 06, 2011
la peur qui me saisi
De ne jamais gouter ton étreinte
je manque ta présence
je hais ton absence
La douche caresse de tes mots
Celle qui me fait monté si haut
Dans les paradis de nos désirs refoulé
Je te sens soudain dissipé
Et la peur de ta raison
vendredi, février 04, 2011
lucide
fading to sleep
jeudi, février 03, 2011
le trouble de fanfan
mardi, février 01, 2011
pur
Naissance
lundi, janvier 31, 2011
Amant de l'esprit
Le temps qui ne presse pas
dimanche, janvier 30, 2011
...suite
Engendrant nous même l’impasse
Victimes de nos propres dualités
Trop las pour se rappelé ce qu’on était;
Est-on pour ou contre?
Nous ne sommes plus rien lorsque l’on sonde
Et peu à peu engourdi, nos esprits ce meurent
Pas étonnant qu’on ne veuille pu y croire
jeudi, janvier 27, 2011
autonme
ecrire la mort
mercredi, janvier 26, 2011
douloureux besoin
merveille
moins moi
mardi, janvier 25, 2011
echo
J'affute
dimanche, janvier 23, 2011
Through me
vendredi, janvier 21, 2011
Quote
Khalil Gibran has an excellent text about parents and children:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
jeudi, janvier 20, 2011
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mardi, janvier 18, 2011
Jann Arden - Counterfeit Heart
Far away from me
With your counterfeit heart
I'm in misery
Irreversibly
Come and rescue me
From your counterfeit heart
This catastrophe won't be the last of me
If you asked me I wouldn't give it back
Who knew butterflies could ever compromise
I shouldn't be surprised at how I love you
I can't find content
I don't know where it went
Has it all been spent
On your counterfeit heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This catastrophe won't be the last of me
If you asked me I wouldn't give it back
Who knew butterflies could ever compromise
I shouldn't be surprised at how I love you
So take your chivalry
Fold it carefully
It wasn't meant for me
Love your counterfeit heart
Love your counterfeit heart
Love your counterfeit heart
incomplet
retourner
dimanche, janvier 16, 2011
musique des rêves.
en temps
samedi, janvier 15, 2011
L'autre
mardi, janvier 04, 2011
.
mardi, décembre 28, 2010
unfinished
lundi, décembre 27, 2010
quest
dimanche, décembre 26, 2010
je serai là
mercredi, décembre 22, 2010
embrace.
samedi, décembre 18, 2010
night
vendredi, décembre 17, 2010
grotte
Mélodie d'une peine
jeudi, décembre 16, 2010
seeing you
mercredi, décembre 15, 2010
Billy Bragg - New England
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend''
resentment blanket.
mardi, décembre 14, 2010
rambling
samedi, décembre 11, 2010
hate
vendredi, décembre 10, 2010
blue
dimanche, décembre 05, 2010
Beyond Repair
+/-
vendredi, décembre 03, 2010
Before I left
Fall from heaven
jeudi, décembre 02, 2010
Glorified...
mardi, novembre 30, 2010
premier skit...
samedi, novembre 27, 2010
The little box
vendredi, novembre 26, 2010
transformation de regret.
vendredi, novembre 12, 2010
Ma peine
jeudi, octobre 28, 2010
Le doute disparue
jeudi, octobre 14, 2010
Glither.
vendredi, octobre 08, 2010
eternity
dimanche, septembre 26, 2010
Brunante
mercredi, septembre 22, 2010
present
Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me
is a cold room
I've crossed the last line
from where I can't return
where every step I took in faith
betrayed me
and led me from my home
And sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
You take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
(who are you?)
are you an angel?
am I already that gone?
I only hope
that I won't disappoint you
when I'm down here
on my knees
(who are you?)
And sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
(who are you?)
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
And I don't understand
HOW the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything *about you*
It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me
is a cold room
(who are you?)
And sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
(who are you?)
And sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
mardi, septembre 21, 2010
The church of you
Prayer to my sweet.
samedi, septembre 18, 2010
Kingdom
mercredi, septembre 15, 2010
Cauchemard
mardi, septembre 14, 2010
lundi, septembre 13, 2010
Hommage to 2Pac and BIG
.
lueur du matin
samedi, septembre 11, 2010
the text
You took something in me
And I’ll never get it back
Feeling it only in your embrace
Living only in their expectations
And took my heart
On a divine night
Now im just the shelf
That carry it around
I tought i’d never find this again
Swore on myself to never get caught up again
But here it is here I am
Lost in the web of your charms
Destroy me or feed me
I long lost control of me
And while you think and sway
I hurt and love everyday
Who was I kidding
When I left you darling
For me there is no more redemption
It is you who got my attention
I had lost myself in you
Way before I met you
And I’ve been called a fool for this
But I know, it’s you i’ve always missed
Forgive me for loving too much
I can’t help but crave your touch
Never been cast away before
And with you I always want more
Infatuated by the goddess of my dream
Your lips are for me a stream
Where I baith in blissfulness
And wait for your next caress
I’ve hurt you in such a way
Something i’ve never tought i,d have to say
That our life hurt me
That our love is killing me
Unknown path for both of us
We got scared of lust
Our attraction deeper than magic
The ride so hard that i got sick
I’ve unlearned how to be without you
When away uniting again is all I want to do
Life is a game I dare not play
If your not my partner along the way
Please stop pushing me
And finally let us be
Enough with both of our past
Let’s build a future that’s gonna last
mardi, septembre 07, 2010
words
Brûlé
samedi, septembre 04, 2010
a Thanks to the soldiers
vendredi, septembre 03, 2010
IT
mercredi, septembre 01, 2010
Quote
grasping coldness
jeudi, août 26, 2010
the power of music
mercredi, août 25, 2010
auto-spleen
mardi, août 17, 2010
Not that strong.
lundi, août 09, 2010
jeudi, juillet 08, 2010
mercredi, juillet 07, 2010
wild cat
lundi, juillet 05, 2010
Billy Bragg - A New England
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend''
samedi, juin 26, 2010
la nuit sans fin...
dimanche, juin 20, 2010
caramel et ébène
Qui me transperce l'âme
Et je me perd dans cette noirceur
Dans la beauté de cette brillance
Pendant longtemps je l'es vue
Sans jamais vraiment voir
Maintenant avec le recul
Je ne peux faire autrement
Le caramel m'ennivre
Les odeurs s'y mélange
Et dans ma mains le trésor
Que je ne croyais plus revoir
Lèvres chaste de mes jours lointain
Ma tête explose de souvenirs et de futur
Dans cette symphonie de confusion
Je me demande ce qui ce cache derrière...
samedi, juin 19, 2010
Le soleil et la lune
samedi, juin 12, 2010
take me
i wanna be blissed
someone take my hand
Drag me down
Drag me up
i want to get lost
I wanna get brought back
i wanna see another light
or another color of darkness
I need you to need me
where are you ?
hands reaching for you
My breath taken
I'm speechless but my eyes screams
but you can't see
oh no you can't
I'll drown myself in that need of you
and with my life bleeding away
i will whisper your name with my last pulse
take me away oh please
the emptyness is a bliss
take me with you i want to breath you
where are you i need you
take me with you
drag me down
or drag me up
but oh please take me.
Evo.
les besoins intimes
Est-ce toi qui me prive
ou moi qui s'ennivre
Je vois ma vie
Je vois la tienne
Ne comprend pas ce qui coule dans mes veines
Cherche le sens de ma vie
Lorsque j'attend
Lorsque loin de toi
Je vois moi
avec le recul je vois mes moments
Ma tête cherche la relation
Mon coeur cherche tes attentes
Et je ne vois ni mes ambitions
Ni d'évolution lente
glimpse
Skins too white to be real
Like a drop of moon light
over that slenderness
I see you sticking out in the crowd
In the middle of all those people
You above all stand out
So luscious, so unreal
And in the middle of that sun
That part of night walking, smiling
You were just a blur in my day
That made it worthy
And tonight while I go to bed
there is a part of me that will meet you
And get to know you
And then just like you came, forget you
lundi, mai 31, 2010
condamné
S’éloigne de mon souvenir
Comme le remoue de la mer
Victime de notre laissé faire
Je vois au loin ce que nous fumes
Et mon amour intact que j’assume
Mais toi au large de moi
Est-ce que tu y crois?
Je vis seul dans l’espoir de notre futur
Vivant de ce que jadis nous furs
Mais je vois bien
Quel est notre destin
Pourquoi t’ais-je rencontré
Pourquoi nous sommes nous amouraché?
J’ai mal de ton absence
Et de ta facilité a la distance
J’apprend que je ne suis pas moi
Comment puis-je l’être sans toi
Je fais fausse route
Et mon esprit ce voute
J’ai les papillons des débuts
Dans la nervosité d’y avoir trop crue
Ce qui était l’excitation des premiers instants
Est maintenant celle de la crainte des derniers moments
J’en lise dans cette reflexion
Me confond en erreur et trahis ma passion
Je suis condamné a t’aimer
Et condamné a etre blessé.
dimanche, mai 16, 2010
Dashboard Confesionnal - A plain Morning
but the air is thick,
and my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
and I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like.
It's colder than it ought to be in March
and I still got a day or two ahead of me
till I'll be heading home,
into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier.
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)
I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)
But it's warmer where you're waiting.
It feels more like July.
There's pillows in their cases,
and one of those is mine.
And you wrote the words "I love you",
and sprayed it with perfume.
It's better than the fire is
to heat this lonely room.
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July.
It feels more like July.
It's yet to be determined,
but the air is thick,
and my hope is feeling worn.
I'm missing home,
and I'm glad you're not a part of this,
there's parts of me that will be missed.
And the phone is always dead to me,
so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping
and it feels like.
It's colder than it ought to be in March
and I still got a day or two ahead of me
till I'll be heading home,
into your arms again.
And the people here are asking after you.
It doesn't make it easier. (easier)
It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away)
I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane)
I'd see you in the morning, (morning)
when the day is fresh.
I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again)
Coming home again. (again)
Coming home again. (again)
When the day is fresh,
I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again)
Love is a bliss
Love can hurt so much. It's a wonderful thing don't get me wrong. But every time I see people posting things like the picture here, it breaks me. Some moments can break you, some can lift you but when they break you it's such a hard step to pass. It's the only thing I know that can lower your self esteem and make it all your fault when a day before it was doing the complete opposite.Love is a bliss
Love is a pain
Love is a kiss
Love is all this.