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VIA DEL MARE

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What on earth am I meant to do
In this crowded place there is only you
Was gonna to leave now I have to stay
You have taken my breath away♥♫♪

Is the world still spinning around
I don't feel like coming down

It's in your eyes♥♫♪
I can tell what your thinking
My heart is sinking too
It's no surprise
I've been watching you lately
I want to make it with you

Destiny has a funny way
When it comes and takes all your cares away
I can't think of a single thing
Other than what a beautiful state I'm in

Is the world still spinning around
I don't feel like coming down

It's in your eyes♥♫♪
I can tell what your thinking
My heart is sinking too
It's no surprise
I've been watching you lately
I want to make it with you

♥♫♪

posted by KMAIR*@19:30GMT+01:00
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ƒ☻║- ♪Õ╚Ä♥♥♥☼♥

It's in your eyes♥♫♪
I can tell what your thinking
My heart is sinking too

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Hope I am not too impudent...

Les hommes sont solitaires.
Ils se volent mutuellement l'amour.

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Doux et Heureux KMAIR*,

Ton roman se compose d'aventures racontées dans les temps de leur avènement.

L'importance et le sens de cette contrainte ne sont pas dissimulés. 

Au contraire il est dit explicitement que les choses racontées ne se passent pas dans le temps où elles se racontent.

Mais ce n'est pas pour autant un journal.

Car le présent y parle présent sans être aucunement révolu.

Il n'y a pas la discontinuité des dates, des pages, des regrets, du journal.

Il y a quelqu'un, un homme. Il n'est pas nommé.

Ton roman se passe dans plusieurs mondes possibles.

Le temps est le présent. le temps de chaque monde possible est le présent.

Le bruit, les époques, même les saveurs, sont écrits à la lumière, et les nuages.

C'est ce qui, plus que tout, montre le respect de la contrainte qui gouverne Ta composition.

Quand il n'y a plus qu'un monde, Ton roman est fini...

posted by OSTIAN@19:00GMT+01:00
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The Century Magazine

sorry this one's so blurred - argh.

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I know I stand in line Until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you I can see it in your eyes That you despise the same old lines You heard the night before And though it's just a line to you For me it's true And never seemed so right before I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you The time is right Your perfume fills my head The stars get red And oh the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you I love you...

Londres. Une chambre dans la maison du Prince.

L'amour est un incube, l'amour est un diable : il n'y a de mauvais ange que l'amour.