Ces images à l'écran m'ont rappelé combien tout ça était magique, beau comme un roman.
Aussi iréel pourtant.
Aussi iréel pourtant.
Let's go back a few times ago
"And so it is just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me most of the time. And so it is the shorter story. No love, no glory. No hero in her skies. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes... And so it is just like you said it should be. We'll both forget the breeze most of the time. And so it is the colder water, The Blower's Daughter, the pupil in denial. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes off you. I can't take my eyes... Did I say that I loathe you ? Did I say that I want to... Leave it all behind ? I can't take my mind off you. I can't take my mind off you... I can't take my mind off you. I can't take my mind off you. I can't take my mind off you. I can't take my mind... My mind... My mind... 'Til I find somebody new. "
Let's get over it.
Les derniers écrits finiront maintenant au fond d'un vieux tiroir, plein de poussières et je les relirais certains jours de pluie si le coeur m'en dit.
Will you receive my last word ?
