Arthur Rimbaud |
Première soiréeArthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)- Elle était fort déshabilléeEt de grands arbres indiscretsAux vitres jetaient leur feuilléeMalinement, tout près, tout près.Assise sur ma grande chaise,Mi-nue...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 10:05:00 GMT |
WORDS |
If I could find wordsTo tell you I'm sorryMake you understandI mean just what I sayAfter all that I've heardWhy should I worry?When we ride the fine lineBetween love and hateIf I had been wiseWell, ho...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
La Vie À 2 |
Donnez-moi de quoi tenir tenir Je ne veux pas dormir dormir Laissez-moi voir venir le jour... Notre vie à deux s'arrete donc la Dans les grandes plaines des peines à jouir D'une vie qui ne veut plus r...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:54:00 GMT |
ALONE |
From Childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seenAs others saw - I could not bringMy passions from a common spring.From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow; I could not awak...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 15:47:00 GMT |
CARTA |
Sis de juny. Em sap greu començar la carta així, però el primer que t'he de dir és: "Et trobo a faltar". Fet això, i despres de tant de temps sense saber res de mi, ara t'hauria de fer cinc cèntims de...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 03:44:00 GMT |
BLOOD SINGS |
When blood sees blood Of its own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and passed along the line From the shoulder to the h...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
QUEMANDO TUS RECUERDOS |
Vivir a la deriva sentir que todo marcha bien volar siempre hacia arriba y pensar que no puedo perder. Voy a hacer un tambor de mis escrotos sólo dejó, dejó sólo una foto. Y vivir, qué cue...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:03:00 GMT |
Ama, ama, ama y ensancha el alma...... |
Quisiera que mi voz fuera tan fuerte que a veces retumbaran las montañasy escuchárais las mentes-social-adormecidaslas palabras de amor de mi garganta.Abrid los brazos, la mente y repartiosque sólo os...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 08:10:00 GMT |
FRANK SINATRA |
SONG BY MISS KITTIN.... Everynight with my star friends We eat caviar and drink champage Sniffing in the VIP area We talk about Frank Sinatra.. "You know Frank Sinatra?" He's dead! HAHAHAHAHA! dead. ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 16:26:00 GMT |
Qualsevol dia...un disgust.... |
Doncs si tu, qualsevol dia d'aquests que tindre un disgust, se m'esta morint la meva gossa gran, la Numa, fa un temps la vam operar de cancer i li vam fer quimioterapia, estava be f...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 10:11:00 GMT |
