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 !
Christopher-Thomas the Saint
Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →
Thomas the Saint
Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →
Those Tears Are Not Mine
Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →
Baudelairian Mood
Baudelairian Mood I am drinking my bloodIn the old private barCandies and sugarDrove me apartThe living and the dead I need a pipe and a strawTo drink it directlyFrom the veinsAnd feel the last dropAs a solid conclusionA little stone of truth I pull myself up but it’s not meDoing the job for a reconstructionPlaying... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 