Catégorie : La vie de tous les jours et Los Tamarindos
Le 27-05-2008, à 09:23:35
Un mois et demi.
Un mois ou il ne s'est rien passé.
J'ai écouté pousser ma barbe.
J'ai pas pu avancer dans mon projet.
J'ai pas eu de changement emotionel majeur.
Rien...
terrible.
Surtout,
j'avais pas envie d'en parler. Je crois que j'ai bien déprimé ces derniers temps... mais il est temps d'arreter et de recommencer à être boum fayant.
A 13h30 j'ai un rendez vous avec ma prof. Je pense que des choses vont changer à ce moment là.
As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another lie moves over
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another lie moves over
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
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