Tequila Moor

Il y a longtemps, j'ai visité les Îles Vierges. Depuis, elles sont seulement nommées les Îles. (hop, un peu d'humour beauf pour finir la semaine, ouaich)

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Toute ma vie Je n’ai fait que rouvrir Des fenêtres, et des portes claquées Ni poignées ni serrures Ne m’ont fait reculer C’est étrange qu’aujourd’hui Je me mette à faiblir C’est ce bruit Qu’aura fait la dernière Porte claquée — c’est ce bruit Il était différent Il était... plus sévère Tu as fermé si fort En sortant Et cette porte Je ne peux pas l’ouvrir Car si j’ouvre et que rien ne m’attend ? Mais tu vas revenir Je le sens... Jusqu’ici Je n’ai fait que rouvrir Mais cette fois C'est sur toi Que je compte Ardemment Assise face à la porte Je t’attends Mais peut-être attends-tu Que je vienne t’ouvrir ?

@metal guru C'est où ?

Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Well, enough said... I know it's over — still I cling I don't know where else I can go Over... Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head See, the sea wants to take me The knife wants to slit me Do you think you can help me? Sad veiled bride, please be happy Handsome groom, give her room Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly Though she needs you more than she loves you And I know it's over — still I cling I don't know where else I can go Over & over I know it's over, and it never really began But in my heart it was so real And you even spoke to me, and said: "If you're so funny, then why are you on your own tonight? And if you're so clever, then why are you on your own tonight? If you're so very entertaining, then why are you on your own tonight? If you're so very good-looking, why do you sleep alone tonight? I know... Because tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms" It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind Over & over It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind Over & over Love is natural and real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is natural and real But not for such as you and I My love Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head...

Caramba, encore raté ! En tout cas, jolis clichés.

Cela me dit quelque chose... Bretagne ? Sur la côte "en face" de Belle-Île ?