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Sometimes your best is far from perfect. Who cares ? I'm doing my best. Back to Poets & Poetry. • Saturday afternoon : Sleeping, and sleeping. After so many white nights, a black day. Too many dreams. Poetry, though, in these dreams. • Saturday Evening...
Tom, again... • • You can never hold back spring You can be sure that I will never Stop believing The blushing rose will climb Spring ahead or fall behind Winter dreams the same dream Every time You can never hold back spring Even though you've lost your...
Tom is always right... • • I'd sell your heart to the junkman, baby For a buck, for a buck If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch You're out of luck, you're out of luck Ship is sinking The ship is sinking The ship is sinking There's...
I have a friend who knows and find the right words immediately. As I was explaining my recent silence, he replied : "Dirty week..." Accurate. So accurate. • On the 9th of february, I was writing to somebody. I was writing : "When life was treating me...
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind". I'm talking to you. I'm listening to you. I'll be watching you. •
I love you so much... •
Unexpected is a fantastic word. What was not supposed to happen. I love this word almost as much as my favorite one : Unfinished. This image is rock'n roll to me; Pure rock'n roll. Where and when and with whom it just happened, this could be a real joke....
If some days can be surrealistic - beyond reality - then comes the question : what is reality ? What you may call "real life" maybe ? meaning, this weird, vaguely hostile thing that people call "reality" as a confused but definitely dark entity ? Did...