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    30 March

    morning disaster

    Push a little harder
    It could be healthy
    Always maybe
    Where are you lately
    Living safely
    Taking pictures
    Last longer
    Than a promise
    It's like water
    In a bathtub
    Where I wash this day clean
    So clean, so clean
    A scene
    A holiday
    Morning disaster
    Morning laughter
    Can we help it
    Can we hide it
    Can we
    Walk a little faster
    Days are getting shorter
    White shirt and sheets
    Showing your teeth when it's wrong
    So wrong, so wrong
    I see
    I see your territory
    Your economy
    I see, I see your territory
    Your economy
    A raise
    It's getting late
    Morning disaster
    Morning laughter
    Can we help it
    Can we hide it
    26 March

    my jealous will go on

    After coldplay concert,my hates downed more.
    So large many people are singing all together perfect under coldplay.........
    I know musik can sovle all problems i have.
    If musik coming i can becoming soft and gentle or lenience.
    If musik coming i can coming back myself.
    I know musik can help me to think more time in my house........
    Musik exist all way they can all they have like i should do so.
    Ok ,useful wish colour me still punkture me wipe tears into down.
    Why i was nerve manage to get enough mind for repaired me.
    Oh it's pity that i op-out some certain root?
    Idol have some mistaken..........
    Anytime i feel the battery exposed as they can add me dread.
    They were my angel on this way pls take care me  thx my angel.........
    Joy,can you hear me now?
     
    20 March

    fortune blessed me

    new day i have so many fortune that its so pretty
    what's behind me i always thinking on thinking that is what
    i know somehow he is a sound
    noting special boys give me to
    these that "when love come calling dont look back"
    so close we got love we calling
    long distance realize like one you can one just want to one
    rose on your face certain man allure he has a black thinking
    keep on my thinking just one more day cause love you or another
    act one more thing act all i wrong all i can double
    watch you spinning round me call me
    fly all i have perfect drug to air fly
    much more wild exist act me
    you dissovle my dream in a short well cause that is not the case seconds
    on way you hear me now i'm shy
    colour me all your time around you sober you hole 
    no spinning we all have one thing to tried 
     
     
    17 March

    Don't look back

    Sit Still, and close your eyes
    What’s behind the other door
    No more silence, don’t kill this thing we got called love
    Just searching for the perfect drug

    When Love comes calling
    Don’t look back
    When love comes calling
    Don’t look away

    And I’m standing over here
    Watching you over there
    Smiling, happy, unaware
    Oh, life is spinning round
    You’re going underground, forgetting who we were
    Let’s try and keep it just one more day

    You take your love
    And throw it all around
    Like it’s nothing special
    Just a sound
    Let me say one more thing
    I don’t think you realize
    That a day is like a year sometime


    12 March

    coldwater

    coldwater
    Cold, cold water surrounds me now
    And all I've got is your hand
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Or am I lost?
    Love one's daughter
    Allow me that
    And I can't let go of your hand
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Or am I lost?
    [chanting] Cold, cold water surrounds me now
    And all I've got is your hand
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Lord, can you hear me now?
    Or am I lost?
    07 March

    Missile

    Abstract in your arms
    as long as you invade
    all my time as long as only you
    will hunger for my luv
    not any other luv
    surround me all around me
    as long as you make me
    colour me and you musn’t pretend …
    a number for my luv not any other luv
    twice the time you
    act all wrong
    fetish sober hole I’m wise
    colour of your neck eyes soaked
    why you all day long
    or possess nothing else
    belong to no one hurt
    no one else as long as you hold on
    and hunger for my luv not any other luv
    missile me puncture me
    as long as you weave me
    into your day as long as remain
     
    05 March

    Distilled

    Distilled
    Living in dreams you as me
    distilled from you be still no moves
    hide your wild side
    instill more time in an armed life
    now you know
    why exist unless wish
    you as me with you
    hide your wild side
    dissolve more time
    in an armed life
    now you know
    is this for me
    liquid loving
    is this for me
    distilled loving
    02 March

    This is my synthesizer

    You are a Casio Sk-1
    -you are a very lo tech toy from the 80's who is treasured for its sampling capabilities
    -you are a nerd
    -you are extremly small
    -you are a great listener
    -you have a simple style and personality
    -you are very cheap
    -you have a great sense of humor
    -you are the most fun to be with
    01 March

    l'amant

    marguerite duras
    one day, I was already old, in the entrance of a public place, a man came up to me. He introduced himself and said: "I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged."
    Between eighteen and twenty five,my face took off in a new direction. My ageing was very sudden. I saw it spread over my features one by one... And I've kept it ever since, the new face I had then. It has been my face. It's got older still, ofcourse, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed... It has kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste"...
    She was born at Gia Dinh, in Indochina, in the suburbs of Saigon, in 1914, a few weeks before the outbreak of the First World War. Her father, Henri Donnadieu (a surname she did not like and for which she substituted the name of a village in the south-west of France from where her family on her father's side originated) taught mathematics and made a career for himself in Tonkin, Cochin-China and in Cambodia. When he was repatriated to France for health reasons (where he died still a young man), his wife, Marie Legrand, born on a farm in Picardy, decided to stay in Indochina with her two sons and her little Marguerite, aged four.