Sunday 25 August 2013
Saturday 17 August 2013
My private party
Your laughter is like the bubbles of the freshly poured champagne in a crystal glass.
Your body, the music that gently sways me across the floor.
Your arrogant airs, the tempestuous flame of a party candle that ignites my senses.
I am mystified.You are the double edged sword that will see me alive or dead before dawn.
You are my own private party
Your body, the music that gently sways me across the floor.
Your arrogant airs, the tempestuous flame of a party candle that ignites my senses.
I am mystified.You are the double edged sword that will see me alive or dead before dawn.
You are my own private party
Friday 9 August 2013
Requiem pour un rêve
j'attends chaque soir que la nuit vienne fissurer mes rêves
afin de voir à travers un clair de lune
la réalité éclipser les nocturnes de chopin
la nuit ne m'appartient pas
elle appartient à l'autre
pour qui je renais dans les songes
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