Laissons les jolies femmes aux hommes sans imagination.
[Marcel Proust]
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# Posted on Saturday, 21 February 2009 at 12:43 PM

Edited on Monday, 09 March 2009 at 1:12 PM

357 . Haaaaaave you met Ted?

357 . Haaaaaave you met Ted?
Some might say we will find a brighter day.
[Oasis]

[ There is sunshine through my window!
Ca sent tellement le printemps, et ce n'est tellement pas le printemps! C'en est perturbant... ]


Les autres.

Cette question étrange et quelque peu déroutante me revient sans cesse en mémoire, je ne sais plus qu'en faire. Quelle sensation cela ferait-il d'être dans le corps d'un autre? Cette question m'a toujours hantée, depuis que je suis gamine. Elle ne m'a jamais quitté, ce qui est bien dommage. Les interrogations métaphysiques de cette espèce me déplaisent. Parce qu'elles n'ont pas de réponse probablement. J'aimerais savoir ce que cela fait d'être vous. Pourquoi un tel altruisme, si on peut appeler cela de l'altruisme, et j'en doute? J'aimerais savoir si on peut être mieux dans sa peau ailleurs. Je crois que c'est encore l'argument le plus probant qui me vienne à l'esprit. Quand je vois ces personnes évoluer avec aisance dans un monde social si terrifiant, cela m'impressionne; et j'ai du mal à comprendre qu'elles ne soient pas intimidées par ce qui moi, m'intimide: les autres. Il me semble que les rapports humains sont la chose la plus difficile qui soit. Comprendre l'autre est un enfer de recherches et de complications, et qui est souvent vain. Passer outre cette ignorance d'autrui me paraît incroyable. Alors me voilà réduite à de ridicules tentatives d'approche de cette espèce terrifiante qu'est l'être humain. Et j'admire ces pantins rompus à l'exercice, qui palabrent et cheminent sans jamais se poser de questions et sans avoir de doutes, ces personnes indifférentes si à l'aise avec l'ignorance qu'elles ont de l'autre. J'espère ne jamais être ainsi.


She is electric, can I be electric too?
[Oasis]

How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you when we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball, where were you while we were getting high? Some day you will find me caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernova in the sky...
[Oasis]

Things are gonna change, and not for better! The more I talk about it, the less I do control.
[Phoenix]
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# Posted on Thursday, 19 February 2009 at 10:04 AM

Edited on Thursday, 19 February 2009 at 11:31 AM

356 . Vivre à fond, mourir jeune, faire un beau cadavre. [James Dean]

356 . Vivre à fond, mourir jeune, faire un beau cadavre. [James Dean]

I just realised I don't like you! Me and my girl are going out for some air, and I will do my best just to get under her dress and catch you out if I can on the other side of my sofa.
[The Kooks]

I walked through the city but I cannot find someone like you.


Do you want to go to the seaside? I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go. I fell in love at the seaside, I handled my charm with time and slight of hand... Do you want to go to the seaside? I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go, but I fell in love at the seaside, she handled her charm with time and slight of hand... But I'm just trying to love you in any kind of way. But I find it hard to love you girl when you're far away!
[The Kooks]

Ok, I felt for them. Again.
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# Posted on Tuesday, 17 February 2009 at 12:48 PM

Dieu est démodé. La science l'a emporté sur Lui.
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# Posted on Monday, 16 February 2009 at 9:54 AM

354 . D Day

354 . D Day
Today is just THE day, the day when I re-discovered them. Not that I really and truly forget them -- I'm not crazy -- but when I heard song one, I mean, THE song one, the single one that makes me heart fall apart, when I heard this song, it was like when I was sixteen, uneasy in my own body, and deadly in love with their english pop music. It was as if I was on a beach, no sound around me exept them, just them and their seaside, the car around me had just disappeared, and I was so in love -- don't ask me with who, I don't know --, and I felt so great, I would not have wanted to leave, never. Never. I don't know exactly why this song sounds so strange and so marvellous to me today, but I felt just good. As if I had come back to this time where we were all together, singing in the grass and doing so, so, so stupid stuffs. I miss these moments so much. I miss you my darling, my fair girl. As odd as it may seem, I'm kind of nostalgic. What about if I leave next year! It would be worst, I know.
But anyway, that's how life goes, straight away, straight beyond.
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# Posted on Thursday, 12 February 2009 at 9:22 AM