Le problème c'est que j'ai encore des doutes. Mais ça va passer.

Prayers they hide the saddest view

Oh god! I'm still alive!

Ou encore
Sortir de ce corps

"At the count of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, fly, fly, fly, from dirty boulevard

I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
Fly, fly, fly
Fly, fly away

Fly away

Envie de sortir de ce corps

I am a bird girl now
I've got my heart
Here in my hands now
I've been searching
For my wings some time
I'm gonna be born
Into soon the sky
'Cause I'm a bird girl
And the bird girls go to heaven
I'm a bird girl
And the bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly

Parfois l'envie me prend d'écouter Bob Dylan.
Il y a une chanson de lui qui m'émeut toujours... presque jusqu'aux larmes.

Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man

And there is no hell
And there is no shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

J'aimerais savoir écrire.

La musique c'est cette souffrance.

Quelque chose de dansant
Quelque chose de décalé
Quelque chose de fou
...........................................................................................................Dérangé.

On est dimanche.

These are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall