Pas le temps de profiter des soi disantes joies de l’enfance, uniquement le temps de rêver au paradis de l’ignorance, seulement l'envie d’espérer que le jour où j’aurai la capacité de me retourner je ne m’effondrerai pas genoux à terre. Je découvre peu à peu le plaisir de la solitude, le parfum des pensées, le goût de la dépendance. Je découvre le charme désuet de nos rouages, un parvis de nuages, de sentiments désolés, de paroles déchues et sacrifiées. Pourvu que mon sommeil s'avère être une infinie sieste. Ils auraient peut-être dû apprendre à me connaître, me prévenir le jour où j’ai aimé, et surtout m’empêcher d’espérer. Je serai votre fierté, le bien sans le temps, l’épuisé né…


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    General CommentNot time to benefit from self saying joys of childhood, only time to dream with the paradise of ignorance, only the desire for hoping that the day when I will have the capacity to be turned over I will not break down knees with ground. I discover little by little the pleasure of loneliness, the perfume of the thoughts, the taste of the dependence. I discover the obsolete charm of our wheels, a square of clouds, afflicted feelings, words déchues and sacrificed. Provided that my sleep proves to be an infinite nap. They should perhaps have learned how to know me, to prevent me the day when I liked, and especially to prevent me from hoping. I will be your pride, the good without time, the exhausted born one…

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    snoopyhasadeathwishon June 11, 2006   Link
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    General Comment:)+(:
    panaceamagicon September 04, 2006   Link
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    General Comment:)+(:
    panaceamagicon September 04, 2006   Link
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    General Comment:)+(:
    panaceamagicon September 04, 2006   Link
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    General CommentNo time to exploit the so-called childhood joys, only the time to dream of the paradise of ignorance, only the envy to hope that the day i'll be able to come back i won't fall down on my knees. i discover piece by piece the pleasure of loneliness, the scent of thought, the taste of addiction. i discover the old charm of our brains, an appearance of clouds, of lonely emotions, of sacrified words. as my sleep seems to be endless... maybe they should have learned to know me, and kept me away from the day i felt love, and prevented me from hoping. i will be your pride, the timeless wealth, the born-exhausted one...
    qoemon February 04, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthx goem! awsome ^^
    BulletsAreSceneon June 16, 2007   Link

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