Here's a lullaby to close your eyes...

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes...



You lie silent there before me
your tears they mean nothing to me
the wind howling at the window
the love you never gave
I give to you

Really don't deserve it
but now there's nothing you can do
so sleep in your only memory of me
my dearest mother

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
goodbye
goodbye

So insignificant
sleeping dormant deep inside of me
are you hiding away lost
under the sewers
maybe flying high in the clouds
perhaps you're happy without me
so many seeds have been sown in the field
and who could sprout up so blessedly
if I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
you will not hear me say I'm sorry
where is the light
wonder if it's weeping somewhere

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye



Silent Hill 4, Room of Angel
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# Posted on Sunday, 31 May 2009 at 7:52 AM

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Le véritable sens réside dans les expériences, les souvenirs, la grande joie triomphante de vivre pleinement.



Into the WIld

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# Posted on Wednesday, 27 May 2009 at 9:30 AM

Souvenirs, Souvenirs

Souvenirs, Souvenirs



"[...] Tous les hommes sont menteurs, inconstants, faux, bavards, hypocrites, orgueilleux et lâches, méprisables et sensuels. Toutes les femmes sont perfides, artificieuses, vaniteuses, curieuses et dépravées. Le monde n'est qu'un égout sans fond où les phoques les plus informes rampent et se tordent sur des montagnes de fange. Mais il y a au monde une chose sainte et sublime: c'est l'union de deux de ces êtres si imparfaits et si affreux. On est souvent trompé en amour, souvent blessé et souvent malheureux. Mais on aime, et quand on est sur le bord de sa tombe, on se retourne pour regarder en arriere et on se dit: j'ai souffert souvent, je me suis trompé quelque fois, mais j'ai aimé. C'est moi qui ai vécu et non pas un être factice créé par mon orgueil et mon ennui."



Alfred de Musset, On ne badine pas avec l'amour
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# Posted on Friday, 10 April 2009 at 5:41 PM

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