Se tu mi dimentichi.

Quiero que sepas una cosa.

Si cada dia, cada hora sientes que a mi estas destinada con dulzura implacabile.

Si cada dia sube una flor as tus labios a buscarme, ay amor mio, ay mia, en mi todo ese fuego se repite, en mi nada, se apaga ne si olvida, mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada, y mientras vivas, estaras en tu brazos sin salir de los mios

Pablo Neruda.

Love is knowing we can be.

soyons indépendants psychologiquement et émotionellement.

Us and them.

Pretzel Logic.

Like a hobo.

The great escape.

Si tu me olvidas.

"Hablaré con el corazón abierto en palabra de voluntad

y razón de sentimiento."

While everybody's sleeping.

Ferré.

Une robe de cuir comme un fuseau
Qu'aurait du chien sans l'faire exprès
Et dedans comme un matelot
Une fille qui tangue un air anglais
C'est extra
Des cheveux qui tombent comme le soir
Et d'la musique en bas des reins
Ce jazz qui d'jazze dans le noir
Et ce mal qui nous fait du bien
Une robe de cuir comme un oubli
Qu'aurait du chien sans l'faire exprès
Et dedans comme un matin gris
Une fille qui tangue et qui se tait
C'est extra
Les Moody Blues qui s'en balancent
Cet ampli qui n'veut plus rien dire
Et dans la musique du silence
Une fille qui tangue et vient mourir

Nothing's more.

Lapping lakes like leary loons,

Only love is all maroon,

Gluey feathers on a flume,

Sky is womb and she's the moon.

Bon iver

Hey hey my my.

Slow down.

And let the birds gather
Play no more with the fool
And let the souls wander.

Slip into your skin.

Slip into your skin and spend the night

And get out mine

Walking the streets in dark

Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees

Oh for the trees.

Cause everybody needs somebody

To hold them down

Oh everybody needs somebody

To hold them down

When your feet are leaving the ground.

Patrick Watson.

Streets of London.

Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market

Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

Hand held loosely at his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea lasts an hour

Then he wanders home alone In our winter city,

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care.

Cat Stevens.

Cesaria Evora.

La diva aux pieds nus.

Angola.

Not so many things we've got to do.

Naila.

1, 2, 3, Soleil!

Simply Beautiful.

Comptine d'un autre été.

[Et souvent de liberté.]

Trop loin à l'est, c'est l'Ouest.

Lao-Tseu

Davanti a lui, tremava tutta Roma.

Be bop a lula.

Ooh la.

It's just the way you see the world.

Casimir Pulaski Day.

I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications you could do without

When I kissed you on the mouth

I remember at Michael's house

In the living room when you kissed my neck

And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs

When your father found out what we did that night

And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

And you told me not to follow you

In the morning when you finally go

In the morning in the winter shade

On the first of March on the holiday

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory when he took our place

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face

And he takes and he takes and he takes

[Sufjan stevens]

La vie devant soi. [suite]

J'ai toujours rêvé d'avoir un trésor caché quelque part où il serait bien à l'abri de tout et que je pourrais découvrir chaque fois que j'avais besoin.

Romain Gary

La vie devant soi.

Monsieur Hamil m'avait souvent dit que le temps vient lentement du désert avec ses caravanes de chameaux et qu'il n'était pas pressé car il transportait l'éternité.

Romain Gary

Lhasa de Sela.

Hoy vuelvo a la frontera

Otra vez he de atravesar

Es el viento que me manda.

Llorando

Y no hay màs

muero quizas

Adonde estàs?

Soñando

de cara a la pared

se quema la ciudad

Soñando

sin respirar

te quiero amar

te quiero amar

Rezando

de cara a la pared

se hunde la ciudad

Il fait dimanche en bord de mer.

oeuvre de Arnaud Loumeau.

Un peu de soleil chaud, s.v.p?!

Amstramgram.

On s'en fou.

A little bit.

I'm too proud, for love

For with eyes shut

It's you I'm thinking of

But how we move from A to B it can't be up to me

Cause I don't know

Eye to eye

Theigh to Theigh

A little

I think I'm a little bit

Little bit

A little bit in love with you

But only if you're a little bit

Little bit Little bit

In lalalala love with me

And I will never ever be the first

To say it's still a, Game over.

Lykke Li.

Cat Empire.

Rhyme and reason
Reason and rhyme
We asked the old man
“What is the time?”
The time he said
“I do not know.
The clock stopped working some time ago”
“What a disaster” was our reply
“We don’t know if it’s 1 o’clock or half past 5”
The man kept talking things were fine
Looking at the sun he said
The time was for reason and rhyming

Reason and rhyme
Rhyme and reason
We asked the old lady “What is this season?”
The season she said
“You can’t be sure.
The weathers changed, can’t tell you any more”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god what a thing!
We don’t know if it’s summer, autumn, winter or spring”
“But wait,” she said
“This might be pleasing.
The time has come for rhyming and rhyming and reason”

Rhyme and reason and destination
We ask ourselves, what is this nation?
This place they say is no mans land
And terra nullius is written in the sand
So what
With all these spaces
Can’t we be independent and combine the races
Well we will see what we can do
Like time and season
We’ll rhyme and then we’ll reason along