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gothique et romantique

Never to leave us

Publié le 25 Mai 2013

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I remember of this rainy day. Where we were both. In seaside. Taking the air. With us to like. We entered an old coffee. Sat, along a tagged pane of drops of rain. Like a fir tree faded with the stripped plaster garlands. To look at ravelling the life. To see passing from the phantoms absorbed until the end of the trouble. Like old friends. With the loves fled. Looking itself without surprise. Being able to draw the least wrinkle. On a face aged with the gray skin. Color of the last years. To stick itself. With cry for better approaching. Before one day to be left. To feel time to slip by. Between the fingers without being able to stop it. Like this music come from the bottom of the coffee. With the adored air. On which we built so many memories. There is this refrain which is repeated. Throbbing. In a last sigh. Bewitching. That one would like to delay. For listening to it forever. Causing in your eyes this misted glance. That I wished. For immediately loving you. There is this refrain which will be completed. I want to howl. To break this pane carrying the tears of rain. Fallen from clouds which enter the sky of our lives. To push back. So that never does not come the night. Sink. Involving us with the country of the shades. Where people of the photograph are erased. Hung on the wall there high. So that she lives in the reflection of the pane. On which slip of the pearls of shoddy goods. With the bodies of rain without title. Who titillate me. To take you along to dance. Before the refrain which is repeated. Do not stop. Remember this rainy day. Where we were both. At the seaside. Happy. Merry. Like children wet feet. Playing with the tide. Throwing to the waves this bottle where you have write to like me. Today, we found it. Covered with algae to the intertwined arms. Like us in a deep past. You would like to break it. All to forget. To start again. There is this refrain which will be completed. You know it. Waits. Still give me a little time. Remember this rainy day. Where we were both. Misted eyes. To be itself found. Making the wish. To reach this day when we would be old. Sat in a coffee. Along a tagged pane of drops of rain. Like a fir tree faded with the stripped plaster garlands. To remember of what we were. Never to leave us.

le sang de la nuit, la naissance de l'ange, decouvrez le dernier roman de steffan urell

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