la nuit sans fin...

Une parole envolée sans attente

Et les yeux se figent

L'intimité au milieu de la foule

Une entreinte plus longue

Faux départ

Fausse impression

Basé sans trop savoir pourquoi

sur un moment trop court

Hypnotiser doucement

Comme une berceuse

regardant pour la premiere fois

voyons plus loins que les apparences

Confidences, paroles, gout de sucre

Ni trop chaud, ni trop froid

Vent de juin caressant nos peaux chastes

J'entrevois toi qui me voit moi

Et les lettres s'embalent

En parlant d'elle meme

Choc d'idée apréhendée

Ce transforme en une étrange complicité

Et avec les premiers rayons du soleils

Les yeux qui disent plus que les mots

Et ils s'aprennent

Ne pas dormir pour ne pas mourrir.

caramel et ébène

L'encre que je fixe
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...

Le soleil et la lune

La lune si noir et si froide

Dans la pénombre ce cache

Dans la noirceur ce protège

Et qui pourtant a besoin du soleil pour briller

Le soleil si lumineux et si chaud

Dans l'aveuglement ce cace

Dans l'éblouissement ce protège

Et pourtant qui a besoin de la lune pour ne pas bruler

Dans cette danse folle autour du monde

Pendant que l'un court

L'autre ce sauve

Et bientot les roles s'inversent

Maintenant, l'un face a l'autre

L'envi d'un gros big bang

Un absorbant l'autre

Créant dans un éclair un trou noir

La lune qui veut être soleil

La lune qui cherche la chaleur

Et qui dans cette lumière

Veut se perdre et s'engouffrer

Le soleil qui illumine

Le soleil qui veut son ombre

Et qui dans cette noirceur

Ce repose les yeux

Le souvenirs d'avant la course

Lorsqu'ils n'étaient qu'eux deux

Remonte des larmes de nostalgie

Mais aussi de bien être présent

Dans une fable

Dans une autre histoire

Ils finirent heureux

A jouer a cache cache.

take me

Bliss
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.

l'attente légitime
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

A glimpse of paleness
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

condamné

Le souvenir de ton sourire
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.

Dashboard Confesionnal - A plain Morning

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.
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.

spinning

Spinning in this life
When I'd only wish I could stop
Spinning to forget I can't stop
If I do I hurt

Light, darkness
Like an endless reaction
From where I want to kiss you
And all I want is to stop and kiss you

Secrets over secrets
I can't share what I want
Secrets over secrets
Where are you to be one

I need you to be there
But you can't
And I can't
So we spin to forget

But when the tornado finally stop
I hope we will meet
Cuddle and stay immobile
to appreciate the world

Empty

Flesh against flesh
Dream so vivid
Waking up hurt
Having everything snapped away

Soul trying to find the mate
The warmth such utopia
So permanent cold it is
And no more peace of mind

The head thinking so much
Pain from stopping
Numbness from trying
Indifference in silence

Mind flooded with fears
Fears emerging from thought
thought from needs
and needs from desire

Is there an end to that mumbling
taking so much space
taking so much energy
Leaving me empty.

sexual era

What is it with sexy?
What is it with sex in general?
Where did we lost the sweetness of love
For the kinkyness of horny...

How did the warm exchange of two skins
Became so rough, so raw
For thousands of sexual glorification
I'm trying to find one proximity one

Pictures of friendship
Now the sexy look
Here the cleavage
But where's the sweetness?

In an era where hypersexual is master
I feel lost and without home
Like reaching from an era too far away
It's like I don't belong

Sex, how come something so good
Got reduce to an exchange of fluid
Where did it lost the exchange of soul
And the proximity of true and honnest intention...

Disapointed... That's all I can think of now.

it's been so long

It's been so long
Since you've hold me
I'm afraid I don't remember
How good it must feel

It's been so long
Since you're last kiss
That I'm scared I forgot
The warmth in those lips

It's been so long
Since we've shared anything
That I'm wondering
What we shared at all

I feel the distance growing
Both physically and mentally
Where do we stand
I know you more from others than from myself.

pesant silence

Silence pesant
Celui du moment non dit
Celui de la peur
Ce silence qui tue la vérité

La larme qui coule
Comme le son du glas
Puisque les mots
Ne suffisent plus

La fin qui est déjà derrière
Pourtant toujours muet
A quoi bon parlé?
A quoi bon expliqué?

Les yeux remplis de douleurs
La voix couper par les pleurs
Et l'immense vide au cœur
Ce froid qui t'emplis ma soeur

pourquoi, comment et quand?
Bouteille à la mer
Les réponses qui ne viendront pas
Et le temps qui ne règlera pas

growing up

Reach out
Break the gap
This solitude
Shouldn't exist

From generations
Younger and older
We have too much too learn
To isolate ourself like that

Break that distance
Nothing good comes from it
The young will show you passion
The elder will show you wisdom

And in the moment of connection
There might be a way
To grow in it
And to make grow

It's easy to close yourself to your reality
But your's is only your's
Opening to the others
Will bring you what is missing

Learn to live
By not hiding death
The process ignored
Will only bring problems.

Symphonie d'une vie.

Je fluctus le tempo de ma vie
Dans l'attente du bpm qui me fera battre
en attente du rythme qui me fera vibrer
C'est comme un disque que le son est fermé

Je tape du pieds avec impatience
Puisque la musique n'est pas une science
L'amour est une musique
À laquelle la logique, ne répond pas

j'invente sur ma propre porté
colle les notes sans pensée
je cherche une symphonie
mais il me manque les sons

Lire une partition
Est ce douté de la beauté qui s'y cache
Mais rien ne vaut
L'écoute bat l'écrit, toujours...

Alors en attendant mon orchestre
Je lis et imagine
L'opéra de ma futur vie
Parce que faute d'entendre, je lis.

Je suis anxieux au concert
Le plus long, le plus beau
Nerveux que l'orchestre ne se présente pas
Que le concert soit annulé.

Feather of Hapiness

Feather of hapiness
So light
Easily it goes away
So soft, easy to forget

Clouds above my heads
Of infinite heaviness
And the rain crashing down
Cutting the dance

And if it's too windy
It fly away from me
And what if it's love
What if all my hopes are in it

Should I let it go
Let it get wet?
Will I ever dance with it?
Or should I just forget it?

What is it?

What is it so hard to get?
The only bed that is mine
Can only be the one your in
For nowhere else can I sleep.

What's unclear?
The only country that i'm a citizen of
Is your body
Because nowhere else can I feel home.

What more could I say or do?
That the only words that counts
Comes from your lips
For I am deaf to all others.

What is it that I can explain?
The only lights I see
Are from your chocolate eyes
For without them i'm blind.

Let me breath
Easy, slowly
For without you
There is no life.

Hurt eternity

This wait that sucks out all my energy
My life everyday feel more and more empty
And for what do I fight
for a hope, for a light?

Is there anything to hope for
Or will I end up alone on the floor
Is there any passion left in me
Is there enough forgiveness to let it free

When the day is raising
Finally the sleep is catching
Like I can't sleep without her
But I can't bare a day with that anchor

From the bed to the day
I feel this is my way
Of not giving up
by beating myself up

And it will hurt
If it end up being just a flirt
But it will change me
if it's for eternity.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman -