Dur de reprendre la plume. On rêve de douceur, de chaleur et de légèreté.
Et en fait, on veut toujours réveiller les morts.
I lost too may things today
…
Are we going to beg for more attention than we really need?
Are we going to be late for the end of it? Tic-toc time’s running away
Are we going to submit more than tears in a flask to celebrate what’s tearing us apart?
How long can we keep these stamps on our hands?
What’s the price for another ride?
Are we going to cry?
