and i thought that not thinking of you will make me stop thinking of you

أنت الزهد وأنا الدنيا

"Pauvre lune, Elle a l'air s'ennuyer, la haut. Lucien decide alors de lui jouer un petit air de trompette. Mais les notes de musique ne grimpent pas jusqu'a la lune. "Lucien, et si tu essayais de souffler un peu plus fort?" "

Lucien, le pingouin musicien
jean-marc Mathis

Ode to...

No thanks
No more
No love

I'm done
I've had enough

You're going off with her and I wish I was
But there's another can be just because

All right
Be on your way

The kindest thing to say is not that you have fallen for me
Say you'll come back to my arms again someday

Oh
Baby write some words about how you can't shut me out
How you must find a way to see me one more time

One more time
And please call up all your friends and tell them it can't end
You don't know what you'd do if you lost her and lost me too

That's fine
That's good
That's nice

I understand the price
The cost of craving dark instead of light
I flip a coin to see if you still care tonight

My blood
My hand
My soul

I've thrown them on to you without control
The things I freely give you stole

And now I'm left in pieces
Baby tell the world about me
The way you won me over in a city you can't remember
You think it was September
Sweet September

Oh baby
Oh
It's all right
I know she needs you more than I do

And I wouldn't win this fight
But there is one thing that you've gotta do
You've gotta tell the world about a girl you once knew
Oh
She wasn't meant to be but you fell so very deeply in love with me

To all the girls he's loved
To all the girls he's loved

I cant fall for you, I'm acrophobic.

feathers

my shadow told me that she's having doubts
i asked her why
she said she's nomore sure that i am
her mate
i shooked my head with surprise
so she looked at me and said :
he has your soul
he has your thoughts
you're a man in a shape of a girl...

I smiled, then i took off the smile
i remembered yesterday
the smell
the eyes
of that girl

I could live
but you cant survive a girl with a prefebricated heart
a girl who gets nude to respect your presence
a girl who calls your silence prostitution

Now, my shadow is declaring war against you
she wants me back
back ...
but she doesnt know where to search
and i dont know where i am

your years are causing me pain
more than to you...
and more is demanding for my blood
and my blood is red
just like your face
the last time you prayed...

I know

I know
I cant have what is not mine
I know
I cant owe heavens when sin is all i am
I know
I cant have you when you're fourty years old
I know
I am not supposed to talk about it
I know
I cant look at you when she still around
I know
You left whats left of me for no reason
I know
I have to break thousands of hearts
I know
Im just another trivial who thinks that love exists
I know
Im still waiting for you

Will you ever forgive me for loving you that much ...

even a lie couldnt bring you back to me

My Blueberry Night

like every year, i am blessed by your memory...
and like today waiting for the tomorrow to see you
with each raise of each tuesday and thursday sun
i still can remember my orphan blueberry night
i still can smell the taste of your coffee with "nestle"
i disliked then .. my whole presence still shiver
when i remember that look in your eyes,
i never knew what was hidden between the unspoken ..
i failed to read your signs, their signs
i still can feel the warmth of the sofa you made by your own hands carpenter
just like St. Joseph you said..
my only blueberry night i got, the sweet taste of nostalgia just like the taste of my only kiss
from your unsullied lips..
i still can remember that day eva shot you with her cell camera and you didnt like it, you were "over sensitive concerning images esp. images!"
but images are valuable dear the only thing left from you ..
i still can hear Chan singing The greatest , the melodies and the notes you admired and dedicated it to me
i still can see "rouge" "The film you should see, i dedicate you Rouge",
i still love the judge and his tears
On that night, i still remember our Orthencia for you, hope its still alive, at least in your heart..
I remember maya and the infinite phone calls she had that made you laugh , your red room , your beautiful red room with some soft red light , a little library and some pictures for philosophers and directors..
like every year, but this one is special, you're not here
you would wish me millions of happy birthday, "think of me much more", "spending three consecutive days celebrating" , "you and eva maria"... iloveyou , iloveyou , i even love your projection...
I do remember the chocolate cake you made in your parents house since you dont have an oven in your place only for us because we like chocolate, you served it with blueberry icecream and stared at me eating it...
i still blush til now ..
and my white artificial flower you took by surprise from my hand to smell it , disappointed to know it was made from tissue, but you touching my hand softly trembling all my being is what missed you, i felt the earth decaying down on me ..
even your touch could leave a mess...
thats my blueberry night, my jeremy and my song, it wasnt easy crossing to the other side of the street to soon return back sadly because my Jeremy never existed, maybe in 2046 maybe in Kar Wai's mind maybe in your imagination but fear was the strongest to take whats was willing to be mine , to be mine...
"the greatest''

The greatest

once i wanted to be the greatest

no wind or waterfall could stall me

and then came the rush of the flood

stars of night turned deep to dust
melt me down

into big black armor

leave no trace of grace

just in your honor

lower me down

to culprit south

make'em wash a space in town

for the leadand the dregs of my bed

i've been sleepinlower me down

pin me insecure the grounds

for the later parade

once i wanted to be the greatest

two fists of solid rock

with brains that could explain any feelin

lower me down

pin me in

secure the grounds

for the leadand the dregs of my bed

i've been sleepinfor the later parade

once i wanted to be the greatest

no wind or waterfall could stall me

and then came the rush of the flood

stars of night turned deep to dust

Razones

What a sad beautiful day it is
to meet your projection before my yellow eyes
and all those miles i ran to escape you
leaned, bowed exhausted to me
in front of your knife you held against me
and my pulse for you
i declared peace
and kissed you with my eyes
what a paranormal im living
fisting to be unleashed violently
expelled from your vaginea of me
no room for love in your red red red room
inside your blue blue blue bed
And i came here to learn what you taught me
to live in the most beautiful fraud in the world
to be "Cinema is a fantasy we cannot but live in"
Sleep my darling, sleep in your only memory of me,
and ill sing you a lullabie to close your eyes,
open them later on on d, d, d,
Death, honey, Death...

and you still here...

I griefed you within him

sunglasses away from me

sun and glasses

my intimacy got shy

raising blood to my eyes

quivering the air i cant smell

for lack of lacking.

blind glasses

corrupted my thoughts

to inflame my wound

again.

I would love to stay

but im in hurry

nothingness is waiting

for my presence.

Suddenly, i found her

surrended by holes

staring with no feeling

in the eye

judged by an addiction

that doesnt exist.

and then, my pupil

caressed slowly your

mind, your nerves, your me.