Summer's gone

I feel the thrill of summer no longer lives in me come end of June.
I finished my shitty exams and there is not much to look forward to

I like spending time with my grandma, i like reading and listening to Josh Ritter's new album, Lykke Li and her Heroin soons, Soko and Moriarty with Jimmy

Music for a while will your heart beguile

I feel a little under pressure with my pain in the ass
he is mine and i care for him, i like his touch and feel
but my feelings are way too mixed

I dont think i have the patience in me to wait for him to grow up

he hurts me so much too and doesnt make me feel good too often, rather bad i must confess.


Hoping alice is doing ok, i know anna is love. Family does matter doesnt it.

I need a good book to read. I need air in my mind.

I feel nostalgic about time past, i dont remember feeling this way back in the good olde days.

i wonder what life will be made of. What is it i want? i guess a cat and babies.
im grateful i havent lost seb, he means a lot .

Art basel , institut lumiere and living in 120 meters squared . Mme Mounier and Laura

You see, pain in the ass trio.


I miss Madrid , dont want to spend too much time studying BS


a lala. low low, dont like duris to much. He likes koh lanta and marc levy, maybe out of naiveness.
simple mind



CUT it out

o and smoking make me wanna barf, how great is that?

Nuff said

The rain in Spain falls mostly on the Plain

Back to abysmal, it´s been a year. I don´t want to get too personal just yet, let me smoothly make it to the heart of the matter.
Eres un capullo was the name of the draft, here is a savoury selection
of idioms picked up here
eso mola/digo.../no me toques los cojones/un...que te cagas/cojonudo
acojonante/por el culo ni el bigote de una gamba/nuca lluve a gusto de todos/ya...pero si es una putada/tronco, tio/yo que se/tu piba/colega/fea de pelotas/cago en la leche/a tomar por culo/cabron
Looking forward to going him for a little while
Very much troubled by perspectives of parism, how beautiful and tierno but how far away from all things known.
Hatred and Love in a tissue (un mouchoir de poche).
Feeling good in a big city, not too fast nor stressful but smelly. Looking forward to higher prospects at work. Too much time on your hands is never good, end up sleeping, tidying up or turning the place into a mess
Wonderful to live in your own place, la propriété privée.

le mais a grandi l'ete est fini

le mais a poussé, bientot la rentree
EM lyon baby, lets hope i will make the best of it moving out of the bubble ,deep down looms a quiet tinge of excitement .
COncours period followed by LONDONN with emie dear , we had some great laughs: shoreditch, borough market camdens art centre etc,
lisbon porto obidos caldas MADRID and then off to bulgaria to see rossy . thanks for big booby : i am now officially rid of one leech.
SEB in ponts, i miss him so darned much yesterday and the night before that i cried thinking it was slipping away, i'm in it for good.
vaquons
ellesa

over a year

now that's some serious neglecting going on. so much to recollect, so little time: john butler/nancy/martininca/croatia/bale/paris/maths/klu cow milk poland itlay gucci/gre walking bed sugar mountains beet a retreat/skirt/standing on the shoulders of giants/googleinterest rekindle/frankfurt/snowboarding with seb/emie and anna turned 20/thighs/winter settling in/ overstress/BERLIN/food good food sushi/papa california/Alice gone mad in wonderland/iraq crisis/lumps?

wou

it's been a little less than three months sinc ei last posted a message up on here, but since 'blog' is merriam webster's word for the year 2005 as i found out today i guess i got a little nostalgic about my own 'et moi et moi'. I guess my émoi comes from the fact that its almost all over. one full year in prepa, a couple more firneds , abunch of knowledge at least i hope so ( either way the concours blanc are arriving at vitesse grand v). Emilija's done with her own exams and échéances, and seems to have a pretty sure idea of what is to follow, but i personnaly do not really know what wil be going on in the summer, i just hope seb and i will be able to do somthing together, he is really my everything. I feel quite uneasy sometimes, and yet so flowing also. the sun is back, i saw a baby stork, not too certain about the baby swan's future though. hopefully i will get back in touch with alhan some time and maybe see some of him, rossy and jeanne and lucie are all rel nice, i like them. going to morroco with the bank organized trip thingy, we'll see how that turns out, i feel very nonchalante, and a little décliquée.

long time no blog

so i guess i left out on many things like rossy and tragic philo and mr guillemot and constantinturkey and thank god for spanish and thibault's hair and cry. FAILURE and unhappiness. garden state, heart. My hair has grown but i am shrinking and miss feeling confident. I yearn for something more than all things bland. and vilnius and defining yourself in 4 adjectives. prepa is a pesadilla. 2005 already, all set but far from ready. Getting down to it, the weakest link etc...

tu me tardes

souvent, je ne suis plus sure des mots. Et l'inspiration ou l'admiration que j'eprouve envers les flots luxurieux et lumineux qui illuminent mon esprit ne me donne que peu de force. Mélancolie. Mélodieuse mélancolie . Douceurs douloureuses et aspirations enfantines. Je ne sais plus vraiment où je me trouverai, if i were to look. Have i dispersed my inner self a little too wide aparT? But he is there , a soothing life breathing might. Sometimes, it is easier to think than it is to act. And sometimes you do not need to see to know precisely well what it is you are amazed by. You radiate and i linger in the sweetness of your warmth. It is all very diffuse and dim, and time slips by . Where has all the chivalry and the simplicity of beauty fled off to? And how come sometimes one stumbles across a glimmering, faint trace of hope or light ? THe ONE is not , maybe in silence we will give sense to it all. One day over the rainbow and ever so far away, a child's laugh will be heard and it will come pouring down upon all the unhappy, and tear upon their stone cold hearts, and brighten their perception of a world too full to be let go of. Agarrate hija, que siempre te quedarás en el cielo. I miss you terribly but i do not wish you were here because i would forget i had ever been alive. Et si je ne sais plus, tout ce que j'ai vécu, c'est que tes teux ne m'ont pas toujours vu.