__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Laissons - nous nous prendre au jeux ..._____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Laissons - nous nous prendre au jeux ..._____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Aamélie ..





On Est Toujours Le Con De Quelqu'un
Mais Mon Voisin Le Sait Pas












Y a pas de suicide au Sahel
Pas de psychiatre en plein désert
Pas d'overdose à Kinshasa
Réponses ou questions ? Je sais pas.











Atteinte De La Flémengite Aigue.
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# Postato giovedì 07 agosto 2008 13:48

Modificato venerdì 13 febbraio 2009 19:01

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Je Marche Seul . _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Je Marche Seul . _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________







Et puis me voilà, te parlant de ma vie
De son niveau, ses ennuis, ses envies
Sa course vaine et mon manque d'amis


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# Postato giovedì 26 febbraio 2009 16:55

Modificato venerdì 27 febbraio 2009 13:26

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Les jours passe et se ressemblent, Sans saveur et sans couleur __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Les jours passe et se ressemblent, Sans saveur et sans couleur __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________






Petite fille de novembre
Si blanche dans la nuit de cendre
Trouble adolescente en sursis
Comme un phare en mon amnésie
D`autres désirs et d'autres lois
Une confiance en je ne sais quoi
Philosophie, " prêt à porter "
Vite consommée, puis jetée .






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# Postato venerdì 15 agosto 2008 17:39

Modificato lunedì 12 gennaio 2009 16:36