It was an April morning when they told us we should go
As I turn to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way [X2]

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.

On the day we were supposed to leave
You changed your mind at the station
You had a nice apartment
There was a good bar downstairs
Your old friend worked there

I'll go anyway, I'll go anyway
They won't refund the ticket
It's a good story

But I don't want to live it alone
Crash to take a chance
I wanna live it out
Look at you, I know I'm already dead
No concrete adversity
Only traps of our own actions
How we wanted it to be
Now I'm never gonna see you again
You checked out

J'étouffe, je suffoque, j'explose, je craque, je m'en vais

à Exeter l'année prochaine. Quelques petits mois chez mes petits anglais chéris, ça me fera du bien. Obligée de rentrer pour le stage du second semestre de master... un bon sujet de master d'ailleurs. "les Liaisons dangereuses, les récits de séduction, le libertinage" toussa, c'est mon truc.

Bwef je m'barre, et peut-être que ça me relancera dans les photos (j'ai vu qu'il y a une belle petite cathédrale gothique comme j'aime à 'Teter <3) ou pas.


Message sans raison, comme ça.


#it takes blood and guts to be this cool, but I'm still just a cliché#

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"We are such stuff
As dream are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."




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Il arrive que l'on fasse un rêve.
On s'y prend, on y croit, on l'aime. Le matin, en ouvrant les yeux, deux mondes s'entremêlent encore. Les visages de la nuit s'estompent dans la clarté. On voudrait se souvenir, on voudrait les retenir. Ils glissent entre vos mains, la réalité brutale du jour les rejette. De quoi ai-je rêvé se dit-on? Que se passait-il? Qui embrassais-je? Qui aimais-je? Qu'est-ce que je disais et que me disait-on? On se retrouve avec le regret imprécis de toutes ces choses qui furent ou qui semblaient avoir été. On ne sait plus ce qu'il y avait eu autour de soi.
On ne sait plus.



"Le roi se meurt"
Ionesco