j'taime moi non plus

Je t'aime Je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh, mon amour...
comme la vague irresolu
je vais je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
et je me retiens

je t'aime je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime !
moi non plus
oh mon amour...
tu es la vague, moi l'ile nue
tu va tu va et tu viens
entre mes reins
tu vas et tu viens
entre mes reins
et je te rejoins

je t'aime je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime!
moi non plus
oh, mon amour...
comme la vague irresolu
je vais je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
et je me retiens
tu va tu va et tu viens
entre mes reins
tu vas et tu viens
entre mes reins
et je te rejoins

je t'aime je t'aime
oh, oui je t'aime !
moi non plus
oh mon amour...
l'amour physique est sans issue
je vais je vais et je viens
entre tes reins
je vais et je viens
et je me retiens
non ! maintenant
Viens !




falling in love with you
over
and over
again...

auto-ro-ma(n)tic

The urge to write something resurface with no particular reason.
Spending endless nights in my sleepless bed has somehow brought me with words floating in my head.
I just closed my eyes and wander around spaces and time.
My left foot stepped into past with my right leg keep on moving forward.
Dragging its other half into the future.
Yes, we are "dragged" into the future nowadays.
An enormous force just pushes me forward.
Tired and aimless.
And for once, I escaped.
While the hand on the clock steals the second away, I jump over.
Time missed me.
I was then left behind.
I have exactly a minute to myself before the hand forces me to move on.

If I can, I would spend that precious moment with you.

something stupid

say goodbye to my boots!
my mom forced me to throw them away!

The Hours

“Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.”

2 Days in Paris

Marion:
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing.
It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing.
Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one.
When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me.
Break up, break down.
Drunk up, fool around.
Meet one guy, then another, fuck around.
Forget the one and only.
Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up.
And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him.
And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.