Green eyes.

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could, anybody, deny you?
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter now I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
The green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you, must be out of their mind
Because I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter since I met you
Honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes, green eyes
Oh oh oh oh
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand


coldplay

Air.

All I need is a little time,

To get behind this sun and cast my weight,

All I need is a peace of this mind,

Then I can celebrate.

All in all there's something to give,

All in all there's something to do,

All in all there's something to live,

With you ...

All I need is a little sign,

To get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine,

All I need is the place to find,

And there I'll celebrate.

All in all there's something to give,

All in all there's something to do,

All in all there's something to live,

With you ...

Playground love.

I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor.

Love is all, all my soul.

You're my Playground Love.

Yet my hands are shaking.

I feel my body remains ; tense, no matter, I'm on fire.

On the playground, love.

You're the piece of gold that flashes all my soul.

Extra time, on the ground.

You're my Playground Love.

Anytime, anyway,

You're my Playground Love

AIR.

Nietzsche.

"je ne saurais croire en un Dieu qui ne sait danser"

Matisse.

La Hongroise en blouse verte.

J'avais envie d'entendre parler d'amour.

Rêveries.

J'ai rêvé de toi
Ton image est restée gravée dans ma mémoire
J'ai voulu t'échapper, te sortir de ma vie
Mais partout où je vais je ne pense qu'à toi
Et pourtant tu ignores combien je suis épris…
Ta démarche si légère hypnotise mon regard.
Tes longs cheveux qui flottent soulevés par le vent
Et dansent sur tes épaules accentuant le charme
D'une auréole dorée venue d'un autre temps…
J'aime ton sourire qui éclaire ton visage
Et le son de ta voix qui fait vibrer mon cœur,
Comme le chant d'une sirène.
Il faut que je reste sage
De peur que je succombe devant tant de splendeurs
Ton regard si profond a pénétré mon âme
Tes yeux pleins de lumière ont changé toute ma vie
J'aime ton beau décolleté qui rempli mes fantasmes
Tes dents blanches éclatantes qui illuminent mes nuits
Un jour tu es venue dans mon jardin secret
Sous une pluie de roses, par des chemins fleuris,
Tu m'as donné ta main et un baiser discret…
Mais je m'suis réveillé et tu étais partie…
Peut-être bien qu'un jour tu liras ce poème,
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour dire ses sentiments
Je voulais tout simplement te dire : je t'aime
Comme te l'aurait dit un jour le beau Prince Charmant.

Jean Cl. Brinette

Arseno.

Vibrante passion printanière
d'une langue passagère,
d'une langue éphémère,
d'une langue de chimère.

Feist.

I'm sorry

Two words I always think

After you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong

So selfish

Two words that could describe

Oh actions of mine

When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight

We're so helpless

We're slaves to our impulses

We're afraid of our emotions

And no one knows where the shore is

We're divided by the ocean

And the only thing I know is

That the answer isn't for us

No the answer isn't for us

I'm sorryTwo words I always think

Oh after you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

We, we could hold each other tight tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight...

La danse.

Éphémère.

L'obsolète du poète
Décrivant d'un trait de crayon
L'histoire inachevé de l'humanité
Sans peur, mais rarement sans rancune.
L'incompris de l'esprit facétiste
Un crayon à la main
Une âme sur papier
Retranscrite en douleur
Retranscrite comme une transpiration
Inspiré de l'importun ignoré
Pour son importunance
L'esprit inconcu d'une habitude malsaine
Être un poète imcompris, autant qu'un cuisinier innaprécié
Mais l'obsolète sera à jamais éphémère.

Charlotte cb

It was all written.

R.I.P. Raul

good friend you've been.
I already miss you..
we're all thinking of you.
be happy where you are...

You have to forgive me, I'll make it right.

being anonymous.