Thursday, June 13, 2013

No more aviaible

Just get enough of what you do to me
Let me alone
I will travel
I will do my life
Alone

Just get enough of what you do to me
Is that real love or fake?
Is that real love or fake?
Don't dare telling me its true
I can't bear it
I can't...

I am no more available
To do such game
With you!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Travellers

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We choose what we want
And some come without planning it

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We share the way with some people and friends
We are taking part of humanity

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We are all the same : Dust
And we come back to dust
If we don't choose what we want to do
What is the purpose of life?
What is the purpose of life?

To go through like a travel
Said my old friend
With some crossings
Our choices are the way we are separated
Our choices can be weise or fool
The only thing is you have to take your reponsability
Only live your life fully
Beeing happy
Don't forget where do you come from
And what are your values
And your travel will be archieve easily
In peace!

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Eastside coast of the River Moon





I wander on its river
Wondering why
You never told me the truth
But my heart stay strong
Hoping better days
And wound my heart as I can

I forgot the childhood
I forgot feelings
In the eastside coast of the River Moon

There are many ways leading to the light
But I am for instance full of sad emotions
I miss this thrilling when my eyes encountered yours
And I don't hope to have it again
People say that first love is the most important
But now I feel I need to remember to you
Without fears or regrets
You were the best thing which can happened
To strenghend me

 I now walk my way
On the eastside coast of the River Moon



Back to black ( ;) RIP Miss A Winehouse!)

Back of black make up
And black mind
I can't go through anymore
Maybe something will let me change

Back to black
Missing energy
Missing positivity
That don't mean
I am dark minded
Black is the color of my refuge
When all goes wrong by me
When come a lack of energy

Back to my real me
With too much sensitivity