Vendredi 22 mai 2009 à 0:41 si j'avais toujours voulu être un fantôme.
Why are you like wind in my head?
Why are surprise always let me down? 

Going through, like a whisper going through the wall. 

"If you tell me to jump, then I'll die
In my dreams, I'm there.
I always hoped that I'd learn how to fly,
In my dreams, I'm there"

I'm getting tired doing nothing all day. Am I in the west ? I'm completly at sea. 

Want to be over everything, being anywhere I want. With anyone I want. Looking through minds, understand feelings better than themselves. Over fences. Over seas. 
In my dreams, under. 


If I could fall into the sky...
If I could only fly...

Want to. The smell of good news... Badam Badam.

Just a memory :
"Fate always loses hope
Like electric sparks in my heart
Fate always loses hope
Now be a good girl and do what you're told"

Mercredi 20 mai 2009 à 23:27

The front door is open.


I'm ready for explanation with myself. It just has to go. 

Outside is not always the best. Sun & sunflowers.

Lonely rain and double Love.

A life of white pictures. Just an amnesic memory.

Life shoud be more than a cold bitterness. 

I want to leave, and meet the ones who know. 

Playing the song and dancing alone. 

A dancing couple in my head.

Is there a live after love ?

I'm feeling better.


The front door is open.

Someone said : It's soon for you. It's soon your turn. 

Mardi 12 mai 2009 à 1:08

Things should happen. 

Like Canada, like sunny days, like kissing the right guy. The things we want them to happen. No hesitation, no more. Even if there are fences, jump over them. Looking foward to realisation and happiness. Enjoying moments, like dreamed. 

No only dreams, life can be dreamed, dreamed life should exist. 

Such a delirium. 

Sad songs left. 


Samedi 4 avril 2009 à 22:26 de graver quelque chose pour toujours. Mais pas de couteau. Ou pour autre chose. Pas envie d'attendre, ni de trop chercher. Les choses ne viennent jamais par elles-mêmes. Recurring. Like something is always coming back. 
Attendre et attendre et elle ne vient pas. La nuit se fait tard, les fleurs disent bonjour, et au revoir. Colliers de perles, et bracelets en diamant. 'Veronika beschliesst zu sterben'. Der Lenz ist da.

Lundi 30 mars 2009 à 0:06 a wonderful grassland.
C comme citation. Je n'en fais jamais parce que je ne m'en rappelle jamais.
Plus vite que le vent, elle passe derrière ma tête et disparaît.
Maybe something like that.
VAMPIRE ! Je l'aime. 
Stop, don't stop looking at. Me. 
Pigeon, n'est-il pas mignon ?
There is no room for doubt. 
J'aime le vert.
Mangeons tous les poissons. 
Laissez le calamar au placard.

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