If you ask me for a kiss In the middle of a crowd Or you ask me for a kiss In the middle of nowhere Chances are it’ll be the same

I want you to miss me As your name pierce my soul with s… every time I think of you I want you to want me To drink me, to breathe me

Recette pour un long amour : prenez toutes les papillons que vous avez a l’estomac a chaque fois que vous la voyez, et que son visage et tout son corps s’illumine au contact de vos rega...

Behind the arcanes that govern our… There is a silver line of hope about returns and encounters. Still, your eyes hesitate, as do y… To surrender, to let go, to exist…

The day started with the most human of feelings: that of our own mortality, through the rituals we arrange for our departed. From that helpless feeling came a hopeful one... and then we...

Every corner of this city beautifu… reminds me of something I want to relive. Every blue sky has a golden line, every soft green shrub, a new begi…

A thorn buried in the flesh becomes familiar after a while. The pain becomes usual, with an undefined warmth, as you keep dancing,

Left on the shore Crying Like a child lost in the crowd Longing for ghosts and illusions Buried in the fog

Cuida y protege este castillo de naipes en el que vivimos, Haz perdurar nuestros sueños, emociones y proyectos, líbranos de la monotonía, el desdén, y el miedo que nos acechan cada inst...

if we were lovers unafraid lovers we will build whole worlds of things to remember Build me a memory

Tes yeux sont le seul ciel capable d’arrêter mes pluies.

In the city transfixed by fear Lovers whisper to each other desp… And like in the famous painting They kiss through a veil of oblivi… That we may see another day

Autumn winds in the morning Flowing through my flesh and bones… Autumn winds after a scorching sum… Cleaning away the ashes of what it… Autumn winds renewing the earth

Like grey skies announcing a comin… I’m fearing the news of your parti… Unsuccessfully trying to shelter m… From the devastating phenomenon... I won’t see you go. I havent got…

Je me lève de mon linceul humide Je cherche l’air, l’esprit, la vie… Je te cherche toi, Peut être de l’autre côté de la po… Tu m’attends.