Blog de zizouarmani
Nos chemins se sont croisés
Nos yeux se sont accrochés
Ton sourire est devenu mon soleil
Ta tendresse une grande merveille.
Je t'offre dans mes mains
Mille baisers câlins
Pour que jamais tu n'en sois privé.
- S'MaÏdele -
i love you more than my life ********i live for you
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go on.
Far across the distance and spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.
Near, far, wherever you are.
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart,
And my heart will go on.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to.
In my life we'll always go on.
Near, far, wherever you are.
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you open the door
And you're here in my heart,
And my heart will go on.
You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on.
We'll stay forever this way,
You are safe in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
Bleary-eyed after the fashion of castles in ruin
A frieze ravines between her and his last look
The weather was delightful spring
When flowers rouge land
This abandonment of any
And all the desires of others at will
Although she thinks
Life no screws but life
His chest is no shade and her forehead does not know
Cheuvelure that his wavy rocks him stubbornly.
Words which words black or Cevennes
Bamboo breathes or ranunculus
Speaking is using his feet to walk
His hands to scrape the sheets like a dying
The eyes are open without a lock
Without effort one's mouth and ears
A blood stain is not a blistering sun
Pallor or a sleepless night goes.
Freedom is even more incomprehensible that the doctor's visit
Which doctor a candle in the desert
Days at the bottom of the low candlelight
Eternity has begun and will end with the bed
But whom do you speak because you do not know
Since you do not want to know
Since you do not know
Of respect
What talking means.
A frieze ravines between her and his last look
The weather was delightful spring
When flowers rouge land
This abandonment of any
And all the desires of others at will
Although she thinks
Life no screws but life
His chest is no shade and her forehead does not know
Cheuvelure that his wavy rocks him stubbornly.
Words which words black or Cevennes
Bamboo breathes or ranunculus
Speaking is using his feet to walk
His hands to scrape the sheets like a dying
The eyes are open without a lock
Without effort one's mouth and ears
A blood stain is not a blistering sun
Pallor or a sleepless night goes.
Freedom is even more incomprehensible that the doctor's visit
Which doctor a candle in the desert
Days at the bottom of the low candlelight
Eternity has begun and will end with the bed
But whom do you speak because you do not know
Since you do not want to know
Since you do not know
Of respect
What talking means.
