Born from a bloody battle
Between Restraint and Pleasure,
The blood that flowed was sweet an
Bacchus rescued the carcass,
Covered with flowers, fruits, and

If by chance life gives you wings,
use them to sail across the bay.
The extensive field of green blue
adorned with gems of steel and con
offers a crown to the queen City

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

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

Recette pour un long amour : prene

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 miss you more when I want to sh
A sunset,
a joke,
A verse,
a reading about love and lost love

It’s so fast, Death.
So painful.
No goodbyes.
It has the will and determination
of a decision we could never take.

In the end, what kills you
Is not the great machinations of t
But the small battles of your own
And the soul shrivels
And the heart follows the painless

L’air délicieux qui annonce l’orag
et quelque part la mer se dessine
il s’agit de voir le bonheur là où

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

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

It is not because we start to with
The roses of the first instants st
The first heartache still pinch us
The first kiss,
The first love.

Some certainties are like steel,
They don’t bend easily or break,
Or disappear into thin air.
They stand true and naked
In the face of hesitation,

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.

The random happiness of
Two by twos
A drunken scape,
A passionate kiss.
The crime’s not solved

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