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San Francisco
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
Scott McKenzie
Là où le chemin mène
Écoute : www.deezer.com/listen-2536189
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Merci pour tous vos commentaires et encouragements , Belle année 2012 :))
Thank you for all your comments and supports, Happy New year 2012 :))
Today's soundtrack: The Song of the Sybil, Dead Can Dance (from El Cant de la Sibil·la)
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Corsica (France)
Ocean needs water
Afraid to break a hidden rule
That would make you believe that I don't love you anymore
Afraid to do some unconscious thing
That would make you believe that I don't trust you anymore
But I need you
Like the forest needs water to live
Yes I need you
Like the forest needs water to live
I need you to live
Afraid to break a hidden rule
That would make you believe that I don't love you anymore
Afraid to do some unconscious things
That would make you believe that I don't need you anymore
But I need you
Like the forest needs water to live
And I need you
Like the ocean needs water to stay
I need you to stay
I need you to stay
Need you to stay
Maria Blenheim
To my sister Corinne...
listen to : Giulia's theme - Luca Antonini
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Kiku and me
I Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
This Train Don't Stop There Anymore
You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white
The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop there anymore
You don't need to hear it
But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it
I never really understood that stuff
All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read 'em as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry
When I said that I don't care
It really means my engine's breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again
The granite cracks beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces on the ground
Elton John
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When I sing and dance in my bathroom," I become a woman mad... www.deezer.com/track/166616 omg!!! and You??? :ppp
" Spontaneous me "
Instructions:
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... Just take a picture :P
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture ...
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tiger lillys turning her heads
towards the summer sun...
Summer sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Une image, une musique, une inspiration... et je donne un peu de moi, à chaque fois au fil du temps, dans mes travaux d'images...
An image, a music, an inspiration ... and I give myself a little each time over time in my work images...
How beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose,
this is where the story ends and this is where it goes..
ond es Grüessli a Pinus ... dä het mi nämlich gseh
wien eg fasziniert vor dere rote Schönheit
gschtande be ;-))
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Lola Lafon & Leva version
Paint it black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
Rolling Stones