sur toi, te… te bisous_èse te Fa dièse te Sol bémol jusqu'à au Mi jusqu'à au Si… et te Ré  te tra-la-la… jusqu'à au La… après te Do et tri-lle-lle jusqu'à t'plonger en Fa majeur puis j'te Sol jusqu'à au frisson en tout bémol partout dièse à flots de lunes tu tri-lu-lu tant gentil… car mille chansons d'amour est clé et puis encore sur toi, te… te bisous_èse…

❝ • if you can stay close to me and we can still be different • if the sun illuminates both of us without our shadows overlapping • if we can be “ourselves, us” in the middle of the world and together with the world crying, laughing, living • if every day we'll find out who we are and not the memory of how we were • if we give each other without knowing who will be first and who will be the last • if your body will sing with mine because together it's joy… — so it will be love… ...and will not be in vain to wait for each other so much.❞

My Own is beautiful as floated perfume is the other day she seemed an opening flower My own is beautiful as Angel's flesh in springtime the other evening all the sun was on my heart Save from my owns lips, there is no caress the spirit's parks are decked below her lips In clamor, she is the Temple and in the crowd the verge the welcoming of my own, the happy season. The other morning in her sadness was winter's night the voice of my own, the fairy of sounds For all my life she is an opening flower My Own is beautiful as resurrection is