Daria, he's here.

CONCLUSION.

On n'efface pas l'amour,
ni les injures,
ni les verstes.
Il est réfléchi,
rectifié;
verifié.
Levant devant tous ces lignes aux doigts de vers,
je le jure -
j'aime
pour de bon et a jamais.


J'aime - Vladimir Maiakovski.

ca arrive.

Les Lettres.
elle est la seule ce soir a comprendre.

dancing with myself.

http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=2xeftnWptic

Tolstoy.

" if you care for my profession of faith as regards that, i'll tell you that i don't believe there was tragedy about it. And this is why. To my mind, love ... both the sorts of love, which you remember Plato defines in his Banquet, served as the test of men. Some men only understand one sort, and some only the other. And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy. 'I'm much obliged for the gratification, my humble respects' - that's all the tragedy. And in platonic love there can be no tragedy, because in that love all is clear and pure, because... "
At that instant Levin recollected his own sins and the inner conflict he had lived through. And he added unexpectedly :
" But perhaps you are right. Very likely ... I don't know, I don't know. "

on a etait voir le vent.

ca apaise. je suis bien moi ici.

night majestic

dans une chanson de marc aryan il dit a sa femme "cheri je ne t'aime pas.... je t'adore" donc je le prend tres bien ))

tu as bien raison.

emilie.

elle arrive.

my little boy.

non arrete, c'est tres confusant.

elle m'a coupe les cheveux.

Yann Tiersen. Les jours tristes. L'absente.

It's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that you?ve done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
Its hard,
hard, to stand up for what's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every ideal that you tried
has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you?ve got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand some day,
some day.
It's hard,
hard, when you're here all alone
and everyone else's gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivity's gone
and it's gone.
But you still
carry on.
'cause you,
you are the only one left
and you've got to clean up this mess.
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
And you
carry on.

je t'aime. je t'aime. je t'aime.