Everything is far, at the moment we are made only by dead words. Not stake in naked in
front of the other one, not a shared smile, not promise of affection...
I would like swallowed these words and to run away.
I would want that our spirits ré - sharpen of appetite! Want to clean up the atmosphere,
make smile our grey faces ashes, of calm this cataclysm. Retie one we regretted. This time
when we took pleasure to shout us ' Loves I; choose I, set I, dream I, yes my
happiness was read on my lips! A pleasure of my sigh. This interaction which led us since this
famous February 5th. Sure? Someone?
Finally find our so beautiful alchemy. This world is also more beautiful if you makes it left.. We
really left behind us sketches? Short of breath hearts?
It was an error of our condemned person's part what we'r not undertand !
When I look at you now.. You aren't me ... You are only !
Are we become inaliable?
If I return to you, begging you.. Will you take me for a beggar?
Do we say pa about a heart which uses, of which he thinks you too much?



