Cet amour-là

"Elle dit: non, ne pleurez pas, ce n'est pas triste, en rien, en aucun cas. Il s'agit de vous et de pas vous, oubliez votre personne, ça n'a aucune importance. Il ne faut pas se prendre pour un héros. Vous êtes rien. C'est ce qui me plaît. Restez comme ça. Ne changez pas. Restez. On va lire ensemble."

Yann Andréa

Oh shoot

The word to say city concrete sand and piss
Sounds like a big slug dancing the twist
I mean fingers in my bones stroking the inner out

Counting seconds hours and days waiting
For the sign to say alright this is
It the way to go start running
Those arms that waist those ancestors
So you don't have to fight
Just melt taking a face diving
Into the perfect reflection of each new eye
along the long winding road to
Freedom meaning wisdom meaning
Something people want
Or don't give a shit about

Skin faith and health account for nothing
My dream is blue you
Know it's blue
Beautiful rocks falling down squashing
All human kind
Huge potatoe soup bones

A skull to create a cult
Two ears and an mountain to climb
Very little trees along the way
Bursting away
Come on take my hands in yours
Because I'm talking

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