Mon Rêve Éveillé
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A river born out of a crystal drowns on your dark pupil,
an ocean of sunshine rising from a moment of eternity.
And, as I smile glady, and sigh, imperfect moment of purity,
Even though you are my disease, I shall never get ill.

The wind blows a northern breeze on your mildly burnt skin,
making it smells like chocolate, but a little sweeter.
Malakims built every wonder out of your laughter,
How could I not die every day on the lips of my only sin?

Melancholy can rain for days on Peine's sidewalks,
I would still go in crusade for your whispers, my Angel.
Unholy mills can feed the mind of any lost infidel,
Since your Irises are shining, I fear no lost blackhawks.

Memories have invaded our neversent letters,
what would have ... , if you did ...?
The thought of never seeing you is pretty morbid,
so hear me: soon enough we will be sleeping on your white feathers.

Ich vermisse Dich so sehr gut,
I planted a seed in your dreams, and I can see the roots,
d'une histoire sublime, tel ton souffle chaud sur ma blanche peau,
Te quiero, mi amor, Te quiero, mi Angelito.

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Pensée des derniers jours:

"Some say you're my poison, my rotten apple,
you're so beautiful, you destroyed the whole batch."

Musique: " Je t'aimais, Je t'aime et je t'aimerai " - de Francis Cabrel