Sunday, October 24, 2004

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.

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