Saturday, February 27, 2010

sing me to sleep.


I love you in all the dangerous ways.
I keep my heart in shape for your love.
As it turns out , I'm a beggar for it, I will exchange for it.
All this time you were serious. Now it's obvious.
It grows, like groves, and it's falling from your hand





Tuesday, February 23, 2010





Morning: cold, bright.
She woke up, quickly put on her old, faded jeans and bunged on her thick, warm, autumn sweater. She rushed downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed her warm coffee with her regular two tea-spoons of sugar. Shoe laces tied and woolly hat on, camera and bag hanging round her shoulder, she ran outside. The sun kissed her skin lightly as she walked into the garden. 


Monday, February 22, 2010

Alors tu vois, comme tout se mêle
Et du coeur a tes lèvres, je deviens un casse-tête
Ton rire me crie, de te lâcher
Avant de perdre prise, et d'abandonner
Car je ne t'en demanderai jamais autant
Déjà que tu me traites, comme un grand enfant
Et nous n'avons plus rien, à risquer
À part nos vies qu'on laisse de côté.




You are my biggest weakness.