dimanche 25 septembre 2011
Sunday afternoon robot
samedi 24 septembre 2011
vendredi 23 septembre 2011
Dans le bleu
mercredi 21 septembre 2011
samedi 17 septembre 2011
Miss Zen: Se souvenir....
Miss Zen: Se souvenir....:
La vie ce n’est pas une course, une compétition.
La vie ce n’est pas une carte Gold
La vie ce n’est pas accumuler des vêtements de marque, ce n’est pas bourrer nos placards.
La vie ce n’est pas les titres ronflants, les bonus, les promotions.
La vie ce n’est pas un agenda surchargé
La vie ce n’est pas 300 amis sur Facebook auxquels on n’a plus parlé depuis 10 ans
La vie c’est aimer.
La vie c’est la famille, les amis, les rencontres
La vie c’est voyager, découvrir.
La vie c’est aider, comprendre, tendre la main.
La vie c’est prendre le temps de vivre.
La vie c’est ouvrir sa porte
La vie c’est choisir.
La vie, c’est simple.
La vie, c’est beau et triste.
Un jour, on dit au-revoir. Un jour, il est trop tard.
La vie c’est maintenant.
vendredi 16 septembre 2011
The Frames - Song for Someone
Dryin' up in conversation, still
My head was halfway round the world
And workin' through the sleepin' hours
Driven by the promise of a quick return
And I wonder if she'll be the very same
And I wonder if she's gonna break the waves
Again...
Tryin' hard to focus on the good
I'm tired of divin' for the pearls
And every dawn is another morning less
I have to wait to wake beside that girl
And I wonder if she'll be the very same
And I wonder if she's gonna break the waves
And if we're all for someone
And if we're born for someone
When will they come, that someone?
And put things in their place?
Comin' back to see you girl,
You know there's nothing surer in this world
Remember all the mad___ _____
Back when we weren't young enough to wait our turn
And I wonder will we be the very same
And I wonder if we'll both survive the rain
And if we're all for someone
And if we're meant for someone
When will they come, that someone?
And put things in their place?
And if we're meant for someone
To wait each day for someone
When will they come, that someone?
And put things in their place...
mercredi 14 septembre 2011
Epitaph - King Crimson
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
lundi 12 septembre 2011
Le Sourire
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