fiery nights

la fille à la valise

follow rivers

Oh I beg you cannot follow

Oh I ask you wanna always

Be the ocean where unravel

Be my only, be the water and waiting

You’re my river running high, run deep run wild

I follow, I follow you deep sea baby

Here a message on the runner

You’re my river running high, run deep run wild

I follow, I follow you deep sea baby

I follow you

"stay"

Don't wanna stay
Don't wanna stay


I don't really care or share with you
I would rather walk alone
I'm forgetting where I was

I don't really think it's fair of you
I would rather stay at home
I'm forgetting just because


Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay


No don't try to manipulate
I would rather take control
I'm knowing where I was
Don't you ever try to feel my hate
I would rather feel nothing
I know we're losing love


Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay


I don't really care or share with you
I would rather walk alone
I'm forgetting where I was

I don't really think it's fair of you
I would rather stay at home
I'm forgetting just because

Don't wanna stay


Don' wanna stay with you
Don't want another day


Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay or lay with you
Don't want another day
Day with you
Don't wanna stay

portishead

every second

Cause every second on every minute ... 

only art has meaning

It's a hot and sticky night in the Bay Area

I call the shots

Till you wake up

Count every second, on every clock

It’s getting late, and that I know

The hours come, the hours go.

hypnotized

I catch your eyes 

Try not to smile

I check your style

I feel your vibes

I take your hand

You turn around slow

We start to feel

It's time to go

We drift inside

the dream was sight

until we slide

 into the light

swing in the sun

I'm helplessly needless and needless to say I owe you. 
I'm helplessly needless and needless to say I owe you. 

Well I'd wade ten thousand klicks for a just one more chance. 

Just one more chance, to see your face again. 

Well I'd pull, 10 time the weight of the earth with my teeth. 

The earth with my teeth to touch your face alive. 

You lie helplessly still as your face falls apart. 

You lie helplessly still as your face falls apart. 

With wax and wires and hair from the back of your head. 

With wax and wires and hair from the back of your head. 

Well I can make your face brand new. 

Well I can make your face brand new. 

You are warm. 

You are warm. 

Come take my hand and I'll take your hand, 

And I will bring you out. 

Come take the line and I'll take the line, 

And I will pull you out. 

To swing In the sun. 

Come take my hand and I'll take your hand, 

And I will bring you out. 

Come take the line and I'll take the line, 

And I will pull you out. 

To swing In the sun. 

swing in the sun. 

swing in the sun. 

swing in the sun. 

swing in the sun. 

swing in the sun.

hurricane

H U R R I C A N E

bussy

écrire

 

"Pour l'écrivain, la littérature est cette parole qui dit jusqu'à la mort: je ne commencerai pas à vivre avant de savoir quel est le sens de la vie."
- Roland Barthes

"Les vrais grands écrivains sont ceux dont la pensée occupe tous les recoins de leur style."
- Victor Hugo

- стръкчета трева -

Ти, който и да си, държащият ме за ръка,
без едното ще бъде всичко непотребно,
предупреждавам те,
преди да ме изпробваш по-нататък:
не съм това, което предполагаш,
а нещо много по-различно.

Кой може отсега да бъде мой последовател?
Кой се подписва като кандидат
за моята привързаност?

Съмнителен е пътят, резултатът е несигурен
и разрушителен,
ти трябва да се отречеш от всичко друго,
аз бих очаквал да съм твой единствен,
изключителен стандарт,
но и тогава твойто посвещение
ще бъде изнурително и дълго,
а теорията на живота ти от миналото,
твойто съобразяване
с живота покрай теб ще трябва сам да изоставиш,
затуй сега ме напусни,
да не се тревожиш по-нататък,
свали ръката си от мойто рамо
и върви по своя път.


Из "Стръкчета трева"

Уолт Уитман

- belleruche -

..shy from the loudest voice
The serpent I avoid
Choose to fight a battle rare

It doesn't mean that I am bad
It doesn't mean that I am scared
It's just not worth the breath

I speak my mind when I'm at home
Censor when I'm not alone
Choose who I am open to

It doesn't mean that I am closed
It doesn't mean I've given up on hope
It's just not worth the breath

I hear when I must defend
When you've got naught to prove
I'll wait and listen to your view

It doesn't mean we must agree
It doesn't mean that you know me
It's just where it begins

We live in a time of change
Breathe in what remains
Left from worlds before

It doesn't mean we should destroy
Carry on mistakes ignored
It's just all too short

I cry when I can't express
This feeling of torment
When I can't get through to you

I do because I care
I do out of despair
Wish you could understand

I'm low when I get it wrong
When dreams have been shot down
When I reveal things I don't want to see

It doesn't mean I'm in denial
It doesn't mean I want to hide
But there's too much to bare

- t'es beau -

T’es beau,

T’es beau parce que t’es courageux,

De regarder dans le fond des yeux,

Celui qui te défie d’être heureux.

T’es beau,

T’es beau comme un cri silencieux,

Vaillant comme un métal précieux,

Qui se bat pour guérir de ses bleus.

C’est comme une rengaine,

Quelques notes en peine,

Qui forcent mon cœur,

Qui forcent ma joie,

Quand je pense a toi,

A présent.

J’ai beau,

J’ai beau me dire qu’au fond c’est mieux,

Même si c’est encore douloureux,

Je n’ai pas de recoin silencieux.

C’est beau,

C’est beau parce que c’est orageux,

Avec ce temps je connais peu,

Les mots qui traînent au coin de mes yeux.

C’est comme une rengaine,

Quelques notes en peine,

Qui forcent mon cœur,

Qui forcent ma joie

Quand je pense à toi,

Toi qui sors de scène,

Sans armes et sans haine,

J’ai peur d’oublier,

J’ai peur d’accepter,

J’ai peur des vivants,

A présent.

T’es beau…

- abbey -

'Sky Is The Limit'

- i'm here -

тук

- hotel chelsea -

- sky dancers -

- just get me there -

 

I don't know why

I said I'd meet him.

 

I know I gave him my number,

but when?

 

When we said goodbye?

 

Oh, yeah.

It was at the bar.

 

I didn't realize we were

gonna go home together

 

at that point.

 

 Idiot.

 

Why did I do that?

 

Why did I act like that?

 

I'm only gonna have

two drinks tonight.

 

I'm not gonna

have sex with him.

I don't want to.

 

I really don't.

 

God, I had no intention

 

of going home

with him or anyone.

 

When he sat down next to me,

it was so clear

 

we weren't each other's style

that it wasn't even weird.

 

And since there was no vibe,

we just started talking

 

without thinking anything,

  

and then I don't know

what happened.

I don't think I was drunk.

 

Although I definitely had

red wine teeth

when I came home.

 

I'm sure he found that

really attractive

as I sat at the bar

yammering about myself.

 

Oh, no wonder he was so

excited when we got home.

 

I finally shut the fuck up.

 

Yeah.

 

I hardly said a word

the rest of the night

after that.

 

 It was good,

 

but there's nowhere

for it to go.

 

I think it would've been fine

if it was just sex,

 

but it took another turn.

 

Something happened.

I don't know what zone

that was,

 

but both of us

played into it.

 

It's good

we're gonna do this--

 

have a couple of drinks

and get straight.

 

 







Let him know

I know what this was--

 

 nothing.

 

God, I hate that window.

 

I don't want

to see the innards

of the subway system.

 

Makes me feel sick.

 

Just get me there.