"I do mine thing, and you do your thing
I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations
And you are not in this world to live up to mine
You are you and I'm I,
And if by chance we find each other
It's BEAUTIFUL..."
Encore et encore...
Coco...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
"La soif de l'Euménide"
"I do mine thing, and you do your thing
I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations
And you are not in this world to live up to mine
You are you and I'm I,
And if by chance we find each other
It's BEAUTIFUL..."
Encore et encore...
Coco...
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Ce que Maman a oublié de me dire...
You ll miss the old times,
You ll watch Papa et Maman avec Amour, wondering why are they that stupid?!...
You ll be stupid enough to name your teddybear un certain "Pedro"...
You ll hold your hand and wishper in your ear the little secrets of this life, telling yourself that "La vie en rose" is just another ridiculous thing invented by the grown ups to fool the little girl your are...and "Les bons malheurs" will be the glorious margin of your own book of life...
You ll tell your mind "You ll shine like a star" not because you will understand every silly word the school teacher will tell...but because you will love every silly thing your hands will do...
You ll know that the heat which hit your body each time you got the flu won't be the only kind of heat that body will feel...
You will witness how nights can bring other gifts than "Le bon sommeil"...
You will discover that playing "La fille de joie" deserves to be a Broadway show...
that boys are more than boys...
You ll love making mistakes and sins, and you ll cry once you discover "Les infortunes de la vertu"...
You ll bury the childish poems under one of the trees once you ll listen to the Manson soul singing...
You ll discriminate your cotton pyjamas because the teaser Dentelle ll invade your light skin...
and that the hide and seek won't be a game anymore once the seduction is around...
You ll wonder wether "Dieu commande-t-il ce qui est juste parceque c'est juste ou est-ce juste parceque Dieu le commande?" ...
you will read a book, sing a song, smoke a cigarette and tell him "Fais moi l'amour"...
you ll hear about the charming prince but your heart will be more charming when you know that "Les contes des fées ne sont que des contes des fées"...
you will cry painfully...
and you ll know how much this life is a bitch when you ll die to be thin and forget about the beauty of "tes poignées d'amour"...
and one day, you will put a secret smile on your peaked face, blow off a candle...
And Die...
Encore et encore...
Coco...
You ll watch Papa et Maman avec Amour, wondering why are they that stupid?!...
You ll be stupid enough to name your teddybear un certain "Pedro"...
You ll hold your hand and wishper in your ear the little secrets of this life, telling yourself that "La vie en rose" is just another ridiculous thing invented by the grown ups to fool the little girl your are...and "Les bons malheurs" will be the glorious margin of your own book of life...
You ll tell your mind "You ll shine like a star" not because you will understand every silly word the school teacher will tell...but because you will love every silly thing your hands will do...
You ll know that the heat which hit your body each time you got the flu won't be the only kind of heat that body will feel...
You will witness how nights can bring other gifts than "Le bon sommeil"...
You will discover that playing "La fille de joie" deserves to be a Broadway show...
that boys are more than boys...
You ll love making mistakes and sins, and you ll cry once you discover "Les infortunes de la vertu"...
You ll bury the childish poems under one of the trees once you ll listen to the Manson soul singing...
You ll discriminate your cotton pyjamas because the teaser Dentelle ll invade your light skin...
and that the hide and seek won't be a game anymore once the seduction is around...
You ll wonder wether "Dieu commande-t-il ce qui est juste parceque c'est juste ou est-ce juste parceque Dieu le commande?" ...
you will read a book, sing a song, smoke a cigarette and tell him "Fais moi l'amour"...
you ll hear about the charming prince but your heart will be more charming when you know that "Les contes des fées ne sont que des contes des fées"...
you will cry painfully...
and you ll know how much this life is a bitch when you ll die to be thin and forget about the beauty of "tes poignées d'amour"...
and one day, you will put a secret smile on your peaked face, blow off a candle...
And Die...
Encore et encore...
Coco...
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