luni, 12 aprilie 2010
Mademoiselle
Mademoiselle, j'ai des secrets,
Des choses que je sais que je tais
Un vieux bubblegum
Qui colle aux souliers comme un homme....
Je crains d'en savoir un peu trop
L'amour aura ma peau [...]
Mademoiselle, j'ai mes raisons
Une foule de questions, un prénom
Le filtre d'une Winston
Qui colle aux lèvres comme un homme
(* Berry- Mademoiselle)
miercuri, 7 aprilie 2010
Sans retour…
vineri, 19 martie 2010
rosu
luni, 15 februarie 2010
regalo
Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que
De noche que la mire pueda pensar en ti
Porque tu amor para mí es importante
Y no me importa lo que diga la gente porque
A mi en silencio se que me protegías y sé
Que aún cansada tu sonrisa no se marcharía
Mañana saldre de viaje me llevaré tu presencia
Para que no se vaya y siempre vuelva...*
(*Tiziano Ferro & Amaia Montero -El regalo más grande)
De noche que la mire pueda pensar en ti
Porque tu amor para mí es importante
Y no me importa lo que diga la gente porque
A mi en silencio se que me protegías y sé
Que aún cansada tu sonrisa no se marcharía
Mañana saldre de viaje me llevaré tu presencia
Para que no se vaya y siempre vuelva...*
(*Tiziano Ferro & Amaia Montero -El regalo más grande)
marți, 9 februarie 2010
picture in the snow
luni, 1 februarie 2010
dream
Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away........
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
Flap your wings now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true.*
(*Miley Cirus & Billy Ray -Butterfly fly away)
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away........
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
Flap your wings now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true.*
(*Miley Cirus & Billy Ray -Butterfly fly away)
joi, 14 ianuarie 2010
sometimes
Sometimes at the edge of sight,
Something moves which isn't there
You turn to look but its gone, it's gone
Was it ever really there
Yet it touches you, softly touches you
And then begins again
That scent of roses, the sound of sea
A breath of wind on your face
They take you back, they take you there
To that place long ago...*
(*Rebecca Lavelle-sometimes)
Something moves which isn't there
You turn to look but its gone, it's gone
Was it ever really there
Yet it touches you, softly touches you
And then begins again
That scent of roses, the sound of sea
A breath of wind on your face
They take you back, they take you there
To that place long ago...*
(*Rebecca Lavelle-sometimes)
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