Gentleman love, desire,
floating in between your world and mine,
will you share a hand with me,
a brush of skin,
so sensitive to touch,
so special in my dreams.
I let them bare to you,
My sweet angel of delight
You are my suitcase when i travel,
A mark of ink deeply engraved in my heart,
Something essential, a hard breathe,
A precious life to my soul.
(i shared today a friendly message i received, but this, my angel, this, is my strong statement, my heart, bare on the table, love for all it means)
This blog is about texts i wrote under sweet influence. I wanted a nest for them, which was more adequate than in Pinterest. (French/english) -- Ce blog est destiné à accueillir des textes que j'ai eu le bonheur d'écrire sous influence.(anglais,français)
lundi 24 mars 2014
Translation from a sweet message i received today / Traduction d'un message que j'ai reçu aujourdhui
Bonjour à tous,
Un message rapide pour dire à quel point écrire me manque et ce blog aussi depuis quelques semaines!
Voici le message de toute beauté que j'ai reçu aujourd'hui et sa version anglaise ensuite.
Merci à Sheree - Thanks Sheree, i am deeply touched.
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Aux amis que je n'ai jamais rencontré.
Mes amis en ligne
C'est étrange d'avoir un ami que vous n'avez jamais embrassé, serré la main ou que vous n'avez jamais regardé dans les yeux.
Mais vous avez été touché par leur âme, vu le bon dans leurs coeurs and ressenti la chaleur de leur être.
Les amis que je n'ai jamais rencontré ne sont pas d'inaccessibles amis, parce que je les ai sentis avec moi quand j'ai eu besoin d'eux. Je me suis confié à eux et ils sont les plus aimables (gentils dans la version anglaise) personnes qu'il m'ait été donné de connaître.
Mes Amis, n'oubliez jamais à quel point vous êtes spéciaux pour moi.
A partager sans modération avec Vos Amis en ligne.
(Odette, ceci m'a touché plus que je ne saurai dire et moi qui d'habitude ne participe jamais à ce genre de chaîne, j'ai trouvé ça parfait, tellement parfait...)
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Un message rapide pour dire à quel point écrire me manque et ce blog aussi depuis quelques semaines!
Voici le message de toute beauté que j'ai reçu aujourd'hui et sa version anglaise ensuite.
Merci à Sheree - Thanks Sheree, i am deeply touched.
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Aux amis que je n'ai jamais rencontré.
Mes amis en ligne
C'est étrange d'avoir un ami que vous n'avez jamais embrassé, serré la main ou que vous n'avez jamais regardé dans les yeux.
Mais vous avez été touché par leur âme, vu le bon dans leurs coeurs and ressenti la chaleur de leur être.
Les amis que je n'ai jamais rencontré ne sont pas d'inaccessibles amis, parce que je les ai sentis avec moi quand j'ai eu besoin d'eux. Je me suis confié à eux et ils sont les plus aimables (gentils dans la version anglaise) personnes qu'il m'ait été donné de connaître.
Mes Amis, n'oubliez jamais à quel point vous êtes spéciaux pour moi.
A partager sans modération avec Vos Amis en ligne.
(Odette, ceci m'a touché plus que je ne saurai dire et moi qui d'habitude ne participe jamais à ce genre de chaîne, j'ai trouvé ça parfait, tellement parfait...)
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vendredi 28 février 2014
Will you or not?
Decide what's best
Pondering options
Will i attempt this?
Can i afford to lose one more year?
You changed everything
I can't deny it
It's the only thing i know for sure
Though simple, these words, your words
are my heart and soul.
Please indulge in our love
Let it blossom for ever more
I know your needs
I know your feelings
One day, one week at least,
Come to me undone.
Pondering options
Will i attempt this?
Can i afford to lose one more year?
You changed everything
I can't deny it
It's the only thing i know for sure
Though simple, these words, your words
are my heart and soul.
Please indulge in our love
Let it blossom for ever more
I know your needs
I know your feelings
One day, one week at least,
Come to me undone.
jeudi 27 février 2014
Les limites incertaines / Uncertain limits
Il avançait en terrain découvert
pressant de limites incertaines
une jupe au volant expressif
dût-il forcer le trait
elle l'aimât
d'un doigt manifester un désir
pressant le cœur au-delà de la raison
veux-tu lasser ta plume au son de mon âme
laisser frissoner ma peau à l'aube de ta voix
mon bel ami, veux-tu désirer l'habit de soie
et laisser courir tes doigts?
écrit sur les évocations en images d'Athos @AthosLov sur twitter.
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He went undisguised
Pressing uncertain limits
a skirt flying shamelessly high
was he forcing his chance
she loved him
a hand to show one desire
pushing heart above all reason
do you want to bore your plum to the sound of my soul
let my skin tremble awaken by your voice
my sweet friend, can you desire the silk robe
and let your fingers bless me?
written on beautiful images on twitter by @Athoslov, I counsel everyone to follow!
pressant de limites incertaines
une jupe au volant expressif
dût-il forcer le trait
elle l'aimât
d'un doigt manifester un désir
pressant le cœur au-delà de la raison
veux-tu lasser ta plume au son de mon âme
laisser frissoner ma peau à l'aube de ta voix
mon bel ami, veux-tu désirer l'habit de soie
et laisser courir tes doigts?
écrit sur les évocations en images d'Athos @AthosLov sur twitter.
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He went undisguised
Pressing uncertain limits
a skirt flying shamelessly high
was he forcing his chance
she loved him
a hand to show one desire
pushing heart above all reason
do you want to bore your plum to the sound of my soul
let my skin tremble awaken by your voice
my sweet friend, can you desire the silk robe
and let your fingers bless me?
written on beautiful images on twitter by @Athoslov, I counsel everyone to follow!
Pleasure is my prison / Le plaisir est ma prison
Pleasure is my prison
Being addicted to love is my room
No space is big enough to show everyone
Love has taken it all in a circle of heart
I had the image of a round shaped heart
Beating beating so fastly
I wondered what made it beat so fast
Love was adorning it with lust
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Le plaisir est ma prison
Etre accroc à l'amour est ma chambre
Pas de place assez grande pour le montrer à tous
L'amour a tout pris dans le cercle de mon coeur
J'avais cette image d'un coeur rond et chaud
Battant la mesure à pas rapide
J'ai demandé ce qui le faisait cogner si fort
L'amour se parât de désir fou
--
Le plaisir est ma prison
Etre accroc à l'amour est ma chambre
Pas de place assez grande pour le montrer à tous
L'amour a tout pris dans le cercle de mon coeur
J'avais cette image d'un coeur rond et chaud
Battant la mesure à pas rapide
J'ai demandé ce qui le faisait cogner si fort
L'amour se parât de désir fou
mardi 25 février 2014
Mood
My mood set for the day,
I should comply and face everyone
Like nothing happened
But something happened
And i definitely can't get over it
With a wistle or a smile
I take a step back from everyone
One tear, maybe two
The day will pass as many others had
My throat hurts from the pain within
It won't come out here in public place
I try my best but feel like in prison
More and more, this is getting absurd
I just can't take it anymore
No worries all, my time has not yet come
I just feel out of place sometimes
I feel like i should run for dear life
From all this faked smiles and stupidness
I will soon, but not soon enough
I will find back the sun at its right place
In my heart and in yours
Spare me, give me some time to process
My love, my sweet love
Let me go away
I should comply and face everyone
Like nothing happened
But something happened
And i definitely can't get over it
With a wistle or a smile
I take a step back from everyone
One tear, maybe two
The day will pass as many others had
My throat hurts from the pain within
It won't come out here in public place
I try my best but feel like in prison
More and more, this is getting absurd
I just can't take it anymore
No worries all, my time has not yet come
I just feel out of place sometimes
I feel like i should run for dear life
From all this faked smiles and stupidness
I will soon, but not soon enough
I will find back the sun at its right place
In my heart and in yours
Spare me, give me some time to process
My love, my sweet love
Let me go away
samedi 22 février 2014
Alanguissement / Languisement (translated 25/02)
Si tes soins froissent mes sentiments
déplies tes ailes sans repli stratégique
ma jupe sera volante allègrement
Imaginer un délice
glissant de ta peau à mes doigts
laisser ce jour mon âme à ses rêves
la clef des sens dilettante sur un lit
Elle était primitive
sans dessus dessous
ne souhaitant que luxure et volupté
magnifique fleur de mes rêves
Délicieuse vie qui autorise ou non l'interdit
une âme délicate laisse courir
tes mains librement sur mon corps alangui
douce nuit
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If your care wrinkle my feelings
unfold your wings without strategic withdrawal
my skirt will be flying happily
Imagine such delight
sliding from your skin to my fingers
to leave my soul in his dreams
the key to her dilettante senses on a bed
She was primitive
upside down
only wishing for lust and pleasure
beautiful flower of my dreams
Delicious life which authorizes or prohibits
a delicate soul let run
your free hands on my languid body
sweet night
déplies tes ailes sans repli stratégique
ma jupe sera volante allègrement
Imaginer un délice
glissant de ta peau à mes doigts
laisser ce jour mon âme à ses rêves
la clef des sens dilettante sur un lit
Elle était primitive
sans dessus dessous
ne souhaitant que luxure et volupté
magnifique fleur de mes rêves
Délicieuse vie qui autorise ou non l'interdit
une âme délicate laisse courir
tes mains librement sur mon corps alangui
douce nuit
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If your care wrinkle my feelings
unfold your wings without strategic withdrawal
my skirt will be flying happily
Imagine such delight
sliding from your skin to my fingers
to leave my soul in his dreams
the key to her dilettante senses on a bed
She was primitive
upside down
only wishing for lust and pleasure
beautiful flower of my dreams
Delicious life which authorizes or prohibits
a delicate soul let run
your free hands on my languid body
sweet night
Bullies
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/430164201880030472/
In this "prison without bars" (Lisa Fulham title book)
A man tries the ultimate escape,
a prison with no names,
the ultimate fantasy,
no childhood,
no future,
any minutes he will try his damned fall,
within hands mastering his thoughts,
lights extinguished definitively.
No one will contemplate his fall,
no one will back him up.
He is there because of life,
he is there because of bullies,
no one called.
Une suite baroque... / A baroque suite... (translated 25/02)
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/430164201880088137/
Can you really deal with this torrent of love?
Une suite baroque, rythme endiablé sur ta peau,
Peux-tu réellement faire face à ce torrent d'amour ?
La belle sera déchue de ses droits, choquante à l'excès,
Une divine comédie de l'encens,
Brume et brouillard de tes sens enfiévrés !
Le jazz et la java se disputent
Une réédition de ta couleur de peau,
Belle à se damner,
Tu la laisses voler ton cœur, ton âme,
Infiniment, définitivement !
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A baroque suite, frenzied pace on your skin,
Can you really deal with this torrent of love?
The beauty will forfeit her rights, offensive to the extreme,
A divine comedy of incense,
Mist and fog for your feverish senses!
Jazz and java compete
For a reissue of your color skin,
Beautiful to die,
You let her steal your heart, your soul,
Infinitely, definitely!
samedi 15 février 2014
Love me there
Love me
Love go there
Love me there
Don't go there
A drabble for a puzzle
Enigma this man is
Distilling his sweet crave
His caress called there
No puzzle can complete the game
As was left the last hole
A sweet entering
For an amazing encounter
He prodes gently the mounds
Circles of fire deliciously enhanced
Will he go there?
Oh sigh, maybe there?
Oh lord my angel,
You own my soul and my future
Into your skillful hands
Open me to new sensations
Never stop till I screen my moans out loud
You may show them on theaters
I have nothing to hide
Trust my artistic play modes
I can't go anywhere
You are the master of my senses
Love go there
Love me there
Don't go there
A drabble for a puzzle
Enigma this man is
Distilling his sweet crave
His caress called there
No puzzle can complete the game
As was left the last hole
A sweet entering
For an amazing encounter
He prodes gently the mounds
Circles of fire deliciously enhanced
Will he go there?
Oh sigh, maybe there?
Oh lord my angel,
You own my soul and my future
Into your skillful hands
Open me to new sensations
Never stop till I screen my moans out loud
You may show them on theaters
I have nothing to hide
Trust my artistic play modes
I can't go anywhere
You are the master of my senses
3 words game : urn, feet, explosion
Another game, for my delight, and his :
Urn, feet, explosion
Whatever the urn, it will be his defeat, a love, sealed for ever, ends his libation of sweetness.
Feet to feet, he knew the urn had to be flower filled. No wonders could get him out, his feet refused to move. The urn was still in his hands.
She subtly blew a sigh in his neck, closing the gap before the explosion, her desire expressed itself in her bites, the urn left his hands and crashed down loudly... revealing a puddle of feelings all in flower style... the very same feelings, he hide to her for too long now.
Urn, feet, explosion
Whatever the urn, it will be his defeat, a love, sealed for ever, ends his libation of sweetness.
Feet to feet, he knew the urn had to be flower filled. No wonders could get him out, his feet refused to move. The urn was still in his hands.
She subtly blew a sigh in his neck, closing the gap before the explosion, her desire expressed itself in her bites, the urn left his hands and crashed down loudly... revealing a puddle of feelings all in flower style... the very same feelings, he hide to her for too long now.
Life
Changing sensations
Floating in mid waves
She was a bundle of emotions
Knowing full well the consequences
She learned the news almost like a ghost
Explored through this new web of darkness
But nothing could prepare her for the final straw
A desire she hadn't expressed
Finally revealed impossible
Probably for years
Too late before any reality
Such thing to learn on Valentines'day
No friend, no love can ease the stab
As she learned her blood wouldn't run
Into any other life being
The time bleed its click clock
No way she finds remedies
Unless giving up her very life
Floating in mid waves
She was a bundle of emotions
Knowing full well the consequences
She learned the news almost like a ghost
Explored through this new web of darkness
But nothing could prepare her for the final straw
A desire she hadn't expressed
Finally revealed impossible
Probably for years
Too late before any reality
Such thing to learn on Valentines'day
No friend, no love can ease the stab
As she learned her blood wouldn't run
Into any other life being
The time bleed its click clock
No way she finds remedies
Unless giving up her very life
mardi 11 février 2014
A 3 words game : Frame, garden and hook
3 Words were choosen for me : Frame, garden and hook
and the 3 sentences condition turned out to be a little more than that ;-)
A frame of love diverted me from my boredom,
A soul behind who was my secret garden,
Lead me to the ultimate hook,
Shook, shook,
There was no escaping,
Only revamping, a vampire could love.
The frame enclosed me in past story,
Without warning, he loved me bones and heart,
Bloodlust of the instant.
xx ;-)
and the 3 sentences condition turned out to be a little more than that ;-)
A frame of love diverted me from my boredom,
A soul behind who was my secret garden,
Lead me to the ultimate hook,
Shook, shook,
There was no escaping,
Only revamping, a vampire could love.
The frame enclosed me in past story,
Without warning, he loved me bones and heart,
Bloodlust of the instant.
xx ;-)
Poison Ivy
Poison Ivy
Climbing your thoughts
Delicious treat of death
Will has no meaning
She will take you up a scale of unique understanding
Lay you in a daze of plea
You won't know before you beg for more
Your life is just beginning
A fuel for death gives all its sense
Poison Ivy stole it from you
One step back
You fall free
Darkness is your last ennemy
xx ;-)
Climbing your thoughts
Delicious treat of death
Will has no meaning
She will take you up a scale of unique understanding
Lay you in a daze of plea
You won't know before you beg for more
Your life is just beginning
A fuel for death gives all its sense
Poison Ivy stole it from you
One step back
You fall free
Darkness is your last ennemy
xx ;-)
vendredi 31 janvier 2014
Pieces and love (twitter)
Will never fade till consumption
Will gives me strength over drunken needs
Will empowers me with words and insights
Will kicks ass,mine too
Dominant needs, no better saying
Will it work for the good
Or take me down to despair?
No choice but to leave it
To trompets of joy or dark
Fading memories, fading friends,
It comes to an end without warning,
No suppliers, no definitive words,
An overwhelming absence to cry over.
Were you there for me,
On some lonely world,
We were there in the heat of the moment,
Nothing more than a wish of vanity.
Dominant thoughts vanishing into wine oblivion,
Will you take me down and bent,
My will is there in your laps,
No meaning is worth a lie.
Blissful domination, adoration,
Delicate intriguing delice of blows,
Soft red marks of love,
Sin is getting the best of me.
Delightful virgin, she let him,
Chaos of thrills and cries,
Haphazardly melted in a charm of bliss,
Handing delights of definitive knots.
Lies living up to my expectations,
I was waiting for the big void,
Your absence has such meaning,
I am not waiting anymore,
New friends came.
Fairy thoughts of friends vanishing,
Others taking their places,
Sources of desire lost,
I surrender to new worlds of joy.
Will gives me strength over drunken needs
Will empowers me with words and insights
Will kicks ass,mine too
Dominant needs, no better saying
Will it work for the good
Or take me down to despair?
No choice but to leave it
To trompets of joy or dark
Fading memories, fading friends,
It comes to an end without warning,
No suppliers, no definitive words,
An overwhelming absence to cry over.
Were you there for me,
On some lonely world,
We were there in the heat of the moment,
Nothing more than a wish of vanity.
Dominant thoughts vanishing into wine oblivion,
Will you take me down and bent,
My will is there in your laps,
No meaning is worth a lie.
Blissful domination, adoration,
Delicate intriguing delice of blows,
Soft red marks of love,
Sin is getting the best of me.
Delightful virgin, she let him,
Chaos of thrills and cries,
Haphazardly melted in a charm of bliss,
Handing delights of definitive knots.
Lies living up to my expectations,
I was waiting for the big void,
Your absence has such meaning,
I am not waiting anymore,
New friends came.
Fairy thoughts of friends vanishing,
Others taking their places,
Sources of desire lost,
I surrender to new worlds of joy.
samedi 25 janvier 2014
Old story
how does it come silence becomes unbearable noise?
how does it come noise becomes impossible choice?
one thought of undone desire, a mess in our life,
a longing for attention, exclusive to others,
an ultimate call before the end.
nothing can happen when chemistry is only in words
a so called lust for rhymes hurting so much
bare in your hands, like never in others,
time to move over has come,
I give you back to the unknown history
no fight, no commiseration,
love is long gone,
twenty years with an obsession
your skin under my thumb
did you ever meant any love
or interest only was your guide?
this scheme seems overplayed
but then a constant in my life
misery over longing
past phantoms of my pride
I dare you now to come and sank
your heart is mine
everlasting perfection
in eternity you are drowned
I forget now your name
and let you go into oblivion.
SD
24/01/2014
how does it come noise becomes impossible choice?
one thought of undone desire, a mess in our life,
a longing for attention, exclusive to others,
an ultimate call before the end.
nothing can happen when chemistry is only in words
a so called lust for rhymes hurting so much
bare in your hands, like never in others,
time to move over has come,
I give you back to the unknown history
no fight, no commiseration,
love is long gone,
twenty years with an obsession
your skin under my thumb
did you ever meant any love
or interest only was your guide?
this scheme seems overplayed
but then a constant in my life
misery over longing
past phantoms of my pride
I dare you now to come and sank
your heart is mine
everlasting perfection
in eternity you are drowned
I forget now your name
and let you go into oblivion.
SD
24/01/2014
mercredi 22 janvier 2014
Dark feelings
Beaming as it is
He got her from start
A shot of pleasure in words
Sweet delights lost
In false hopes and day dreams
Day dreams she hoped to forget
In a daze of romantic feelings
In the arms of a willing nobody
A flash of indignity
Her prospect for his need
His need always coming first
She knew from start to be defeated
No turning back possible
As he selfishly blew her heart into million pieces
These precious pieces she cared for
Remainings of a past only she could understand
Delving into them when needed
To renew her vow of darkness
Somber darker needs she had to revive
To be able to create all new feelings
Despair her best guide to the unknown
Dealing with her past and present loves
He got her from start
A shot of pleasure in words
Sweet delights lost
In false hopes and day dreams
Day dreams she hoped to forget
In a daze of romantic feelings
In the arms of a willing nobody
A flash of indignity
Her prospect for his need
His need always coming first
She knew from start to be defeated
No turning back possible
As he selfishly blew her heart into million pieces
These precious pieces she cared for
Remainings of a past only she could understand
Delving into them when needed
To renew her vow of darkness
Somber darker needs she had to revive
To be able to create all new feelings
Despair her best guide to the unknown
Dealing with her past and present loves
samedi 18 janvier 2014
La môme / The Kid
Special note :
I just realise it will be the last of my old poems i will be able to share, i think i throw everything else to the bin! :-(
Je viens de réaliser que j'ai jeté l'intégralité de mes poèmes sous format papier à la poubelle!
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La môme que vous connaissiez,
A connu les chemins d’une vie faites de délicats larcins.
Passant par la bretelle,
Vous avez vu tout ce que vous vouliez d’elle,
Sans ailes, délaissée dans le ravin,
Ses souvenirs foulés par le destin…
Sa vie passée à compter les chiffres de sa déchéance,
Soir après soir, vous l’avez sommée de reculer
Devant la noirceur de vos desseins assassins.
La môme que vous connaissiez,
Vivait du doux rêve d’un ticket gagnant,
Appelée affectueusement de dix milles noms,
Différents à chaque fois qu’elle disait non,
Et voulait la loterie aux trois couleurs d’un pays,
Le passeport de ces dix ans de vie sans lendemains ni dédits.
Sa vie lassée des enchères de vos désirs malins,
Soir après soir, par vos âmes égarés,
Vous l’avez acculée à pas de chance…
La môme que vous connaissiez
Est partie dans un murmure, tracé sur son bras en grand,
Ligne de vie oubliée pour qui n’a plus la donne…
Mi-ange, mi-démon, vous êtes partis d’une vie atone
Dépassés par la fragile étincelle de son expérience,
Consumée pour avoir voulu tout vivre.
La môme que vous connaissiez…
25/03/01
sd
The kid you knew,
has wandered the paths of life made by delicate thefts.
Passing by the strap,
You saw all you wanted from her,
No left wings, abandoned in a ravine,
Her memories fooled by fate…
Her life spent counting figures of her forfeiture,
Night after night, you summoned her to move back
From the blackness of your deadly intentions.
The kid you knew,
Lived within a soft dream of a winning ticket,
Affectionately called by ten thousands names,
Different each time she said no,
And wanted the lottery in three colors of a country,
The passport of these ten years of life with no tomorrow nor revocations.
Her life tired by the bids of your cunning desires,
Night after night, by your misled souls,
You forced her to step out of any chance…
The kid you knew
Left in a rustle, drawn on her arm in giant letters,
Forgotten life line for those with nothing more to gambler…
Part time angel, part time devil, you left from an apathetic life
Overtaken by the fragile spark of her experience,
Consumed by the ultimate need to live everything.
The kid you knew…
I just realise it will be the last of my old poems i will be able to share, i think i throw everything else to the bin! :-(
Je viens de réaliser que j'ai jeté l'intégralité de mes poèmes sous format papier à la poubelle!
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La môme que vous connaissiez,
A connu les chemins d’une vie faites de délicats larcins.
Passant par la bretelle,
Vous avez vu tout ce que vous vouliez d’elle,
Sans ailes, délaissée dans le ravin,
Ses souvenirs foulés par le destin…
Sa vie passée à compter les chiffres de sa déchéance,
Soir après soir, vous l’avez sommée de reculer
Devant la noirceur de vos desseins assassins.
La môme que vous connaissiez,
Vivait du doux rêve d’un ticket gagnant,
Appelée affectueusement de dix milles noms,
Différents à chaque fois qu’elle disait non,
Et voulait la loterie aux trois couleurs d’un pays,
Le passeport de ces dix ans de vie sans lendemains ni dédits.
Sa vie lassée des enchères de vos désirs malins,
Soir après soir, par vos âmes égarés,
Vous l’avez acculée à pas de chance…
La môme que vous connaissiez
Est partie dans un murmure, tracé sur son bras en grand,
Ligne de vie oubliée pour qui n’a plus la donne…
Mi-ange, mi-démon, vous êtes partis d’une vie atone
Dépassés par la fragile étincelle de son expérience,
Consumée pour avoir voulu tout vivre.
La môme que vous connaissiez…
25/03/01
sd
The kid you knew,
has wandered the paths of life made by delicate thefts.
Passing by the strap,
You saw all you wanted from her,
No left wings, abandoned in a ravine,
Her memories fooled by fate…
Her life spent counting figures of her forfeiture,
Night after night, you summoned her to move back
From the blackness of your deadly intentions.
The kid you knew,
Lived within a soft dream of a winning ticket,
Affectionately called by ten thousands names,
Different each time she said no,
And wanted the lottery in three colors of a country,
The passport of these ten years of life with no tomorrow nor revocations.
Her life tired by the bids of your cunning desires,
Night after night, by your misled souls,
You forced her to step out of any chance…
The kid you knew
Left in a rustle, drawn on her arm in giant letters,
Forgotten life line for those with nothing more to gambler…
Part time angel, part time devil, you left from an apathetic life
Overtaken by the fragile spark of her experience,
Consumed by the ultimate need to live everything.
The kid you knew…
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