Time is My Friend Time is my friendI’m happy being grieving while I follow its pathI have to say it before it passes awayThis is my pulse I can feelTime is on my side as a lonely friendI finally metTake my hand take my pulseAt the jointure of my wristAnd you can feel my bloodIs... Lire la Suite →
Mea Culpa Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Maxima Culpa Mea Culpa Maxima Culpa - 1er mai 2022
Love is Cancelled
Love is cancelled Three steeps from HeavenThree steps bottom on the lineWhat do you say dearYeah it’s ok I’ll be fine My car remembers all the blurryI remember you weren’t callingMy cigarettes on the highway exitMy life pending on a texting Oooh yeah I was blind like they sayI was trying to make the world... Lire la Suite →
Telegram
I remember the sun was dying in the airI remember you were wearing some cheap clothes I'm afraid Eurydice this time will stay with HadesI swear Telemachus is not alone illustration : Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (1796-1875) Wounded Eurydice (1868/70) Art Institute of Chicago
Miss You All, Chrysta, Life is Long Maybe Too Much…
All My Memories Back, Thanks Again, I remember You All, Miss You ALL https://sebastienpelle.com/2019/08/12/chrysta-complete/
Farewell My Lady
Farewell My Lady Farewell my lady, enjoy the sun without me, if you meet God I’m so delighted, and in a minus scale, if you meet love, you have all my benediction The trees are tall, the fields are wide, I remember your skinny steps and I think they’re made to hit the ground My... Lire la Suite →
Life is Life
Life is life
I Was So in Love
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All measures counted down by a single compass
All Measures Counted Down by a Single Compass Sometimes I feel like I’m done with all these thingsThose stories for ever gone I feel like I’m completeThe shadows swallowed by the lightOf true evidencesI feel I’ll never embark at nightThat boat againDesert is not a lonely place you can tell when you knowAll my buddies... Lire la Suite →
Same Place
Same place Same place but couldn’t find what timeI was there beforeIs it a loop I feel better light is smilingThrough the windowsIt’s a breakfast box made of glassI’m familiar with it’s settled on both sidesOf my sentimental diary bookThe time has passed the day is warmerIt’s like the ice I was walking onCan never... Lire la Suite →
