Cette image car je déteste qu'on me souhaite:

"bonne année, bonne santé et réussite!"

Platitude! tout est à écrire!

Je prends donc un peu de cette encre violette pour dire que:

Ce que je vous souhaite et que je préfèrerais entendre c'est:

Que cette année t'épargne

Que tu trouves force et courage pour l'affronter cette nouvelle année

Que la maladie t'épargne et sinon, que tu puisses la combattre.

La clepsydre se vide, souviens-toi, carpe diem!

N'oublie pas de vivre.

Que tu puisses aimer de tout ton coeur

Que tu puisses être aimé en retour...

En tous cas, je suis bien contente que 2013 se soit déroulée,

parce que je vous ai côtoyés! Et vous allez vous la coltiner encore un moment la Catiminy!!!!

Allez, en attendant, faîtes la fête!! Soyez vivants!!!!

DES BISOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

petite chanson qui donne envie de se trémousser et qui fait danser ma puce :-)

time it opens all wounds
trust gonna put me in the tomb
the world isn't mine
the world isn't mine to save
i can't afford to lose
what you easily throw away

it's not what we do
it's what we do with what we feel
takes all you have to stare him down
and whisper devil no deal
i don't want to fight
don't want to fight my father's war
you can wait your whole life
not knowing what you're waiting for

i don't even know myself
what it would take to know myself
i need to change i don't know how
don't give up on me now

Un peu l'héritier trouvé-je....mais j'aime bien

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one

And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done



Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline

Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass

Was never much but we made the most

Welcome home



Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not

If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost



Heal the scars from off my back

I don't need them anymore

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars

I've come home



All my nightmares escaped my head

Bar the door, please don't let them in

You were never supposed to leave

Now my head's splitting at the seams

And I don't know if I can



Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again

Chef d'oeuvre dont je ne me lasse pas.