All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke. Let me whisper in your ear. With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats. I figure it out what to say. I turned around you were gone. The boy that you love. And if I knew that. So far beyond my reach.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want. Where you can always find me. And as I stared I counted.

Des mots, rien que des maux. Les mots ne sont pas de simples particules de phrases. Ces syllabes entremêlées ont un réel pouvoir. Les mots nous gouvernent, nous trahissent, nous blessent, nous réchauffent. Mais en aucun cas, ils ne laissent insensibles. Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see the world? In a different way. I remember how we used to sing. Writing poems in your bed sit. Finding time to be the passenger.

Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

Quelques petites pages pour parler du bout du monde. Voilà je sors de la douche, je suis niquel, ma valise et toute prete, on part dans 10min.