Titre du blog :
Paris toute seule
Miss Mink
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"J'attendais que le ciel s'ouvre, qu'il m'avale, qu'il m'engloutisse, qu'il me mâche lentement sous ses grandes dents d'acier. Mais la nuit était douce, désespérément douce et le ciel fermait sa gueule avec obstination. Pas moyen de disparaître. En attendant, je taillais mes crayons."
Création 17-05-2006
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Vef Blog accueilBillet jeudi 25 mai 2006 à 09:59
The Mummer's Dance
"The Mummer's Dance"
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light
Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
Chorus
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand"
Chorus (2x)
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light
Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
Chorus
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand"
Chorus (2x)
Billet lundi 22 mai 2006 à 21:56
Breaking The Habit
LINKIN PARK
Breaking The Habit
Memories concern
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safer in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
Cultured my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safer in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
Cultured my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again
I'll paint it on the walls
Cuz I'm the one that falls
I'll never fight again
and this is how it ends
Cuz I'm the one that falls
I'll never fight again
and this is how it ends
Commentaires
Mink le 23-05-2006 à 19:00:39 #
Je voulais jsute donner mon avis je n'avais rien contre toi! ^.^ Je te trouve aussi très sympathique! Je vais essayer de savoir comment j'ai fait!
Mon adresse MSN est dans les commentaires de l'article 2 de la âge 1 !
Enjoy,
Mink
Philippine le 23-05-2006 à 17:54:28 #
bonjour Mink, je viens de lire le commentaire que tu as laissé sur mon blog et je voulais simplement te répondre : je n'ai pas voulu donner de leçon de morale à B.Cantat, simplement je pense qu'il doit être bien tourmenté dans sa cellule, et que surtout c'est un beau gachis, je ne me permettrais pas de chercher un coupable, je ne sais pas ce qui s'est passé ! Je me sentais plus proche de Marie que de Bertrand Cantat c'est tout !
autre chose : pourrais-tu m'aider : je voudrais mettre les numéros de page sous mon blog et je ne sais pas comment faire, je vois que sur ton blog (que je trouve trés sympa !) tu as les n° de page sous le blog, comment as tu fait ? d'avance merci §
Billet lundi 22 mai 2006 à 21:46
Journée D'Collége!
Yo. Revoilà la collégienne rêveuse qui vous confesse les ...Sublimes journées qu'elle a dans son collége de Versailles. (Ton Ironique, évidemment.)Déja le Week-end s'est bien passé. Quand je dis bien passé c'est bien passé. J'ai invité Chika et Will, on s'est bien amusées.Dimanche...Une expo d'Art comtemporain, j'en avais rien à faire. J'avais mon I-Pod sur les oreilles et un bandeau de Naruto sur la tête. Mais aujourd'hui...-_-"...
Super...Arrivée au Collége. On créve de froid. J'attends mes amies et dés que je commence à faire écouter le prodige musical de la page d'avant, la ....Sonnerie...Sonne!xD Allez! Une petite heure d'SVT!xD Encore le sujet est symphatique...xD Mais avec Emmanuel qui est sans doute un des plus pervers ca devient différent. Italien. J'vous raconte pas l'horreur...J'ai commencé à partir dans mes rêves c'est plus intérréssant. Maths. Sans commentaire. Récré. Where is Calvin Klein, Blue Eyes and Augustin?xDD After French and History. Il parait que je dors debout même en Français ou je suis douée!xD Hsitoire.Ou plutôt Géographie...Il n'a que 27 ans...O-O... Pourquoi on n'a pas Histoire? TT.TT...Déjeuner. Ouuuuf! Frites!xD Julie (Chika) n'a toujours pas retrouvé le I-Pod et le Portable qu'on lui a volé. Pauvre Shinku! (Chika ,toujours!) Puis encore Maths et Latin...Je les déteste ces matiéres!xD Plus un cours de soutien de Maths. Je suis toujours aussi nulle. Puisss... ... ...Rien. En fait j'ai écris ca juste pour le plaisir de poster!xD
Enjoy,
Mink.
Commentaires
chantal le 31-05-2006 à 14:39:42 #
moi aussi les maths c sans commentaire lol. gros bisous!!
Billet lundi 22 mai 2006 à 17:39
Jack's Lament
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
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