Sunday, 26 October 2008

Ghost Days...

La lune fardée reposait galamment sur son drap symphonique, sur son beau bleu Satie…
...s’enfouit dans les voiles, qui voguaient dans l’onde ronde…

Gaëna, Une lune couleur sépia...

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

There it flows like some magical stream ...

(...)
I see that your imagination knows no bounds
There it flows like some magical stream
And carries you on its journey
(...)

How it grows heaven knows...

Vienna Teng...

Saturday, 11 October 2008

Comment dire...

...
Comment dire ... j'ai dessiné la lune
Comment dire ... déposé des enclumes
Comment dire ... mais il restait leurs plumes
Comment dire ... de juke box des souvenirs...

Emily Loizeau...

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

And talks the joy out of everything...

Drown out, the voice that breaks the silence
And talks the joy out of everything
You were found out and had to walk
in darkness without the only thing you care about

And we drive away and head for south
We found our way and blocked it out

Cry alone, and die alone
Pray alone, and stay alone...

Glen Hansard...