CloeMullerX

I'm not going to. ! 

Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavors? Are you a funeral vase waiting for a few tears, Perfume that makes distant oases dream, Caressing pillow, or basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, most melancholy, Which conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful cases without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you be the appearance, To rejoice a heart that flees from the truth? No matter how stupid or indifferent you areMask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

I just love your beauty.

I told you by the clouds I told you by the tree in the sea by every wave by the birds in the leaves by the rocks of noise By familiar hands By the eye that becomes face or landscape And the dream that puts the sky its color All night drinking by the road gate by the window open by a bare front I told you by your thoughts by your words Every caress every trust survives.

I told you by the clouds I told you by the tree in the sea by every wave by the birds in the leaves by the rocks of noise By familiar hands By the eye that becomes face or landscape And the dream that puts the sky its color All night drinking by the road gate by the window open by a bare front I told you by your thoughts by your words Every caress every trust survives.

I told you for the clouds I told you for the sea tree ♪ For every wave for the birds in the leaves ♪ For the stones of noise ♪ For the familiar hands For the eye that becomes face or landscape And the sleep that rends the sky of its colour Pour la grille des routes Pour la fenêtre ouverte pour un front découvert I told you for your thoughts for your words ♪ All you need is a little faith ♪

I see almost nothing more than the light, the far-off birds' cries are the knots, the mountain lightning at the foot of the day.

JUST ONE WORD Name if you can your shadow, your fear and show him the turn of his head, the tour of your world and if you can pronounce it, the word of disasters, if you dare to break this silence woven with silent laughter, — if you dare without accomplices to break the ball, to tear the frame, all alone, all alone, and plant your eyes there and come blind to the night, come to your death that does not see you, alone if you dare to break the night paved with dead sloes, without accomplices if you dare alone to come naked to the mother of the dead – in the heart of her heart your apple rests – listen to her call you: My child, listen to her call you by name.

Essayez de me comprendre: I love you while I pay attention to things that come. I just loved you in Toulouse. Tonight, I love you for a spring afternoon. I love you with the window open. You are to me and the things are to me and my love change the things around me and the things around me change my love

I don't think two people could have been happier than us..

I'll cover you with love the next time we meet, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to bite you with all the joys of the chair, until you fail and die. Je veux te laisser pantois, that your grandfather had never dreamed of such trance. When you're old, I want you to remember those few hours, I want your dry bones to tremble with joy when you think.

If the jouissance d'hier soir a produit sur votre santé le même effet que sur mon visage, then you have no reason to regret your indecision; I've rarely seen as much fire devour my features as when this morning, in me coiffant, des souvenirs des souvenirs très agréables m'ont fait rougir de plaisir.

I play my life !

Well, without value. !

I lost him without remedy. !

I'm not going to..

I play my life, I change my life, in every way I've lost it .

And I play or change it for the more childish mirage, I give it in usufruct, or I give it .

I play against one or against all, I play against zero or against infinity, I play in a room, in a corner, in a street, in a barricade, in a riot.;

I play definitively, from the beginning to the end, wide and deep in the periphery, in the middle, and in the under-sol. .

Lion greiff Read the complete poem here habitation sud Dans les nuits mélangées qui montaient de l'herbe, Jeunes chevaux, shadows courbes, luminescent, They have shaken the earth with their bronze helmet.

Black stars smiling in the shade with gold teeth. Then, among great feuilles, the world is slowly gone. The vast terra toujours couverte of sun-people.

(The kings had burned, the white queens, sweet, buried inside the trees who gemow again in the forest.).

He looks at the landscape, his eyes green, candides.

A single cow, full of beautiful spots, I'll come in the night illuminated by the moon, when the moon bends,

C'est comme si l'oiseau touched the branch,

"The little flamme",

"honeycomb".