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Un blog pour rêver, un blog pour partir ou décoller. Petite bulle de fantaisie où laisser son imagination divaguer.
Fan des Smiths, marcher dans leurs traces, me chercher et me trouver à leur place.
There are many funny lands to see Gorgeous spaces I’ll never climb to I should leave Longford behind Some funny lands I had never expected to see I’ll never see I’ll never go to Edenderry holds me ...
Sometimes I wish I was a boy Who longs to be a girl But only if I had your eyes Sometimes I wish I was a boy Who craves for love But only if I was you Behind the sun, I am harshly shining But my ...
Allez-vous vraiment faire ça ? Vous les plus purs que d’autres, les plus intelligents que d’autres, vous les plus subtils, vous les cohérents, vous les fins stratèges, vous allez faire ça ? Vous, ...
They’re All Called Patrick Barbara Mancunian Darian song Funny Lands Lazy Easy Imagination Man In A Magical Way Lies Only Lovers Mortimer’s Failure Smiling Slightly I Need A Friend The Game Is ...
Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its gray paw and the coal fire burns outside, the little hedge leaves are become quite yellow a ...
Like a Narcissus bent over his own reflection Who is seizing his own face in a kiss, There he stands, kneels, Awaits the inner caress; Singing in a shabby pub For non-listening drinkers For ...
They are all called Patrick They make you sick They go on making you cry Run through the garden, past the ironed gate Throw the newspapers away The cars stop The girl, you won’t catch her at the ...
When Barbara turns her eyes to me When Barbara raises a hand upon me A cool and white-skinned hand There’s a light that shines from her inside Beyond graves Hands are joining Eyes full of soil All ...