Tête en l'air

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"Dors, Papa, dors, mais que nos rires d'enfants, tu les entendes encore au plus profond du firmament."

Changer l'eau de fleurs, Valérie Perrin

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Samedi 26 septembre 2020

Je me sens pas bien, je voudrais pleurer mais je n'y arrive pas.

Pas une seule larme, juste une boule dans la gorge.

Donc j'écris, ça va venir,

Ça doit venir.

On vient de me dire que c'était terminé,

Que je ne te verrais plus jamais.

Et je n'arrive pas à pleurer ?

Je t'aime fort, peu importe tes erreurs, ton passé, ta maladie...

Je t'aime Papa...

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5 ans 🕊️

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I created this world To feel some control Destroy it if I want So I sing Sahlo Folina Sahlo Folina Sahlo... I could take the high road But I know that I'm going low I'm a ban-, I'm a bandito

TØP - Bandito

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"Quand je me sens des plis amers autour de la bouche, quand mon âme est un bruineux et dégoulinant novembre, quand je me surprends arrêté devant une boutique de pompes funèbres ou suivant chaque enterrement que je rencon-tre, et surtout lorsque mon cafard prend tellement le dessus que je dois me tenir à quatre pour ne pas, déli-bérément, descendre dans la rue pour y envoyer dinguer les chapeaux des gens, je comprends alors qu'il est grand temps de prendre le large. Ça remplace pour moi le suicide. Avec un grand geste, le philosophe Caton se jette sur son épée, moi, tout bonnement, je prends le bateau."

Moby Dick, Herman Melville

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Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago

In a kingdom by the sea

That a maiden there lived, whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child

In this kingdom by the sea

But we loved with a love that was more than love

I and my Annabel Lee

With a love that winged seraphs in Heaven

Coveted her and me

This was the reason that, long ago

In this kingdom by the sea

The winds blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea

The Angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me

Yes! That was the reason (as all men know

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of a cloud by night

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love, it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we,

Of many far wiser than we

And neither the Angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of my beautiful Annabel Lee.

And so, all the nighttide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling! My darling, my life and my bride.

In her sepulchre, there by the sea,

In her tomb, by the side of the sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

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Я грезил тобою, мадам, если бы только видела

До неба рукою подать, любила ли ненавидела

Я бредил тобою, мадам, если бы только верила

До неба рукою достану, ради тебя намеренно

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L'alchimiste

- Paulo Coelho

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- October 🥰

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[scheminglikeacriminaleversince]

Because I could not stop for Death...

by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death

He kindly stopped for me

The Carriage held but just Ourselves

And Immortality.

We slowly drove, He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess in the Ring

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain

We passed the Setting Sun

Or rather He passed Us

The Dews drew quivering and Chill

For only Gossamer, my Gown,

My Tippet, only Tulle,

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground,

The Roof was scarcely visible,

The Cornice – in the Ground,

Since then, 'tis Centuries, and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity.

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"Why do I love" You, Sir ?

- Emily Dickinson