the power of music

The power of music over the soul is so great. A sad song will accompany you when you feel no one elses is there for you. A small riff, a quick sentence... only a few words written on a piece of paper can make the all difference.... make you feel like somebody somewhere understand or has understand you and yet still make you feel like it's a personnal thing. When I listen its to seek sorrow and in that sorrow i find music is the ultimate comfort... It's almost impossible how something so metaphysical can practicly cuddle you to make you feel better. Just like a distant friends that always find the right words to make you feel better, there's always the right tunes somewhere to make you feel better too. Music is my lover, like a lady that ask for nothing and gives everything... i feel almost bad too take so much from her... but at the same time so gratefull that she's there with me... wrapping me in her sweet lullaby and rocking my body like I was a kid again. It doesn't remove the cold but it does make it more likeable.

auto-spleen

Je flotte dans un irréel cauchemars

Qui me porte entre rêves et réalité

Modifiant mes gouts et mes envies

Changeant mon sourrire pour une larme

Dans l'espace d'un moment je sens le monde basculer

Et le temps se rétracter

Je sens que tout glisse

Que tout me pèse

Et instantanément je vols

Et lorsque ma passion n'est plus

Lorsque ce feu qui brule s'éteind

Que reste-t-il de moi?

Ne suis-je que passion

Ou y a t'il plus de substance derrière moi

Quand je sens le monde se dérobé sous mes pieds

Ou vont mes prières pieuse?

Les gouts et les saveurs qui s'altère

Comme pour fuir l'immobilisme

Je suis en paix avec moi meme

Peu etre un peu trop

M'ennuirais-je du combat de jadis?

Dans la pénombre de ma chambre

C'est dans le froid de mon ame que je me glisse

Ou est partie le printemps de mes espoirs?

Dans un délire immense j'écris

Je cherche les mots

Qui mettront un terme a mon spleen

Mais mon spleen n'a pas de terme il est en moi

Partie intégrante de ma chère et de mon sang

Ce dernier qui me prend a vouloir voir couler

Et la confusion règne... pourquoi j'aime cette noirceur

Je l'embrasse comme une amante que je n'ai jamais quitté

Comme si c'était la dernière densité qui me restait...

J'essuis mes gouttes salées

Puis recommence.

Not that strong.

From deep inside me

Is this what it's like to be free?

Numb in mind

Forbiden to find?

Redemption of a shattered dream

From wich I was getting all my steam

And now that the pieces have fallen to the ground

That the time won that round...

And oh this pain from the past

Oh so dark and so fast

It was in a distant memory

And as now come back to haunt me

I've been down that road before

And I don't know if I can take more

Not as strong

Not as strong...

...

Je m'en peu plus de ne pu me pouvoir de toi.

Fleur

La fleur qui éclos trop tôt

Brule de son odeur mes narines

Parfum de désir nouveau

Mon cerveau se perd dans les senteurs fines

Enivre moi pétales

Chavire moi de ton arômes sublime

Et lorsque je m'affale

Je goute ton nectar rarissime

wild cat

Pacing my cage like a trap cat

I scream in a silence oh so black

Watching liberty on the other side

I can't help but let my mind glide

And im furious and angry

Rage filling me up

Not leaving one drop empty

All world is lit up

Let me break away

Let me do it my way

I see my mate over there

Passion in one glare

I'm a wild animal

Passionate to the core

That statement is final

And by the end i'll want more

Don't try to tame me

I can only be free

And when i'm done trying

It's cuz i'll be dying

Billy Bragg - A New England

''I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend''

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.