Allez, je lance la série « rapid », sans e. Tous les jours trois lignes sur quelqu’un ou quelque chose. La première (déjà lue, si « rapid ») était sur Lynch, normal. Demain : sur Carrère. Des bises. Mais suivez un peu !
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 →
I Believe
I believe I believe time is supposed to bringSome correction to my mistakesTo fill the blank of my unspoken wordsSome air in my brain and some heart warming thoughtsTo weep with a gentle hand the dust I have made On this path of my own I need someone to believe it tooWhen you shout in... Lire la Suite →
high quality life i’m gonna play it cristal clear my words are made of gold but it’s a sliver range they quote i’m looking straight to all those things I love from the other side of the flow don’t make it harder I deserve no fake smile it's a lifetime we walk on Earthwhen the... Lire la Suite →
H***
H*** Avec quelles brindillesNidifier sur ce cœurJ’écrase des pépinsLà où la peau affleureLaisse tomber dans la gamelleLes premiers grains semésHasard de ce qui vientSoulier vernis sur la margelle
Yakuza
Yakuza C’est très marrant rater un trainÇa fait si mal mais ce n’est rienOn y repense à travers soiUn moment où on était bienOn riait sur un rêve et on se réjouissaitMais le rêve est un tatouageQui remonte à travers l’épidermeLe train part il va loinOn ne sera plus jamais à bordOn a raté quelqu’un... Lire la Suite →
We are Lucky
We are luckyWe have thisAbove our headA sky with cloudsEven at nightEven more at nightWith a single starA single lonely star
In This Room Could not go in this room againThrough a door that I would have cutWith a crowbar in my skullAn opening I have unblockedWith a hammer straight to the rockI want to live in here no moreCould not fit with this room again
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 