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They tear out the wings of fairies ... Letters

A walk on this earth
The procession
head and heart in misery
I went to the cemetery where they buried
fairies
Cradles illusions
Sometimes it would last

I know she loves
Even if she did not even
Neither shall cause
A bouquet of chrysanthemums
On the stone which we invented
not remember

Do not blame him
Not even the judge
When we rhyme It randomly
be well throw the dice
Cover with mascara eyes
Close
Especially well bury

If it does not help much misery
Should we abandon
The father is not
As we born mother
And especially in summer
On the altar of an oath That never paid


Ca What used to cry
An idea, a child
If this is proving very hard
Let the wings of fairies

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I make a point to these stories ... The absence. Ignorance and especially the inconsistency made this blog.
Silence of Nothing remained to nothing. No honestly not even respect.

There is nothing to say except keep quiet and go elsewhere
with what remains of our Not much business

What things not necessary
Anyway
They will remain there, where is that thing that beats
a bit too strong a priori

Go there

Letters From Nothing

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Nothing Then here ...

... So here it is ... sometimes life throws
is sometimes a bitter look
As sometimes flows to the sea
It mounts a world with so
So we did not even
Give our The two
So we did not even
Drawing on paper
Where was our there
... So here it is, you can cry ...
You can also take your pencil
You can also take your brushes
And learn to walk ...
So no ... I'm not gonna lie ...
I will not thee
say where I want to take us ...
Because there, we will go to two
Because deep down inside me,
I want to see you laugh, I want
hear you smile ...
Because inside your eyes,
We will look happy ...
This may be true,
Although
... But tell me Who knows ...
Although
... So now, because that's life ...
It empties water,
We will see the sea ...
Want?
You who know the border ...
You who know when it might be nice ...

Come.
We'll paint the sky with blue ...

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Joker Mera Naamhot Scene

The street was ours ....

Tonight, I write to you things I've ever written. I would write you worms would weigh a ton and I'll be raising the torn ...

Tonight I want to know how to write both words. Sentences. Simple. To be remembered. Without rhyme. Than yours.

Tonight, I want so many things that words do not come. I would like ... I want. Indeed. She talking about two glasses. Between two verbs. Between two stages. A time-cons. I do my present my past ... My past, I spend my future hell. I write backwards ... I write upside down. I wrote that all that was yesterday ... of time ...

Tonight, the letters become blurred ... And the music takes me back to my extreme ... In my madness. In my hysteria.

Tonight, the night has no point of reference. She has more than lair. But you'll tell me that it's been years ... Seconds, light years away.
Tonight I do not care ...

La Rue said she may be crazy ... It may be waiting another bottle ... Another SOS ... Another love ... Other wonders.

This street was ours ...

Tonight I want to write this life accordion ... Without an agreement "on", not even "us" ...

Tonight ... I would describe the sound of the unspoken and the sound of silence.

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For you, you know ...

To all the soft words I do not know write
To all the phrases that I want so much to say to all these
rhymes that are parties to the trash
A all these songs are only half beautiful

is a warm morning
An interlude
A candle flickers
A brain that starts to spin I

do not love you love love love you
I do not love you I love poison
this love I will love to fish
love

plane I'll be counting one to one
All Stars Sky
Although there are a
Even if there is not one of you


I love you I love you without salt

And god knows that I love you

In my way I love you

wingless
I love you without A Shift

I love you full of Tiny has

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Dora The Explorar Clips

Letters of Nothing: Do you remember ...

Do you remember ...

You remember
When you dreamed yet
When this mud pit
She'll hold you in waves gold plated

Remember
When the stars out
were still shooting
When they disfigured the night

You remember
When choked our injuries
In silence
In excess of our childhood confessions

Were more winter snow

summer She fell
She fell over
In icy feathers soft
In chills passionate

Remember
s'enrubannait Let nothing
From our clothes to stars
Carved our hands
our breaths tormented
In choppy water drops
riveted to our roll a bit frosty

Y had been more
Sun
We burned more eyes
We burned our most Norths
Cramant weaker than two
In dragonflies effortlessly
From foam yet still

You remember
That clinging
To our eyes
Our infinite were not far
planes surpassed
Our Roaring Forties
To our finished wandering

Remember
What are these yesterdays tomorrow.

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Dreams poorly anchored ... A short version

You want me to take you in my dreams but my dreams are connected to my travel to the other, my hand, that thing that I know. If I take you in my dreams, you'll find you you ... It may be uncool but you'll see your dreams to you too, with me ... Although, I'm not your dream, me. It will make you a consolation prize ... No?

Me, my illusions, they are buried by my modesty ... I know how it is misplaced, that one ... But what you want ... My chats with Morpheus' em put them under seal ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid to say, the show ... Afraid to be next ... And perhaps, be proud of, too ...

I know. I know. All this is so entrenched ... I like the sailors on ships that never raise the anchor ... Remember that on the corner of the counter of a harbor, trips they have made, maybe a little true, maybe a little in their head ... They certainly did not invent everything ... But their reality is an adapted version ...

lie to yourself to avoid bad ... Find a reason, a script to turn this lame story in the history of blue sky.

Yes, I know ...
Tonight, maybe I dreamed ... But will I know if it is forgotten or if, in fact, is that my dreams do not work ...
But I most want to stay there, that I promise you ... I'll try to find the keys ... May be right under the doormat, who knows, but I must find my doorstep ...

Yes, I know ... Must stop to find false reasons ... Come on, I promise, I weighed anchor and I take the sea soon ...

* thank you *

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accelerated

Yesterday I saw life through the mirror. An accelerated version in white and black. I felt like crying and I did. It was not sadness not even gaiety. It was something that you do not know which is yours by far, that breaks your head and put it into crumbs. And then you stop. You say ... there are still things to do. You're not alone ... even if Qu'ya still hope because there are some who make the determination. This rugged life. Not need insurance, we will fix it ... A bit like Mc Gyver (ah yes, he made you dream ...), we'll put pieces of tape on the crepe paper ... It will surely have a dirty mouth, your little man with round eyes ... But he eats fences, cobblestones, and he spent the ruts ... He will ascend this thing that you do not know really ... But what is at the bottom ... And this time, perhaps you will pass the bridge.

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Kiddie Smoke Detector Keeps Beeping

It's nothing

No, it's nothing ... You know ... I know the formula ... I do not know what it is that the best way to walk. No, this I know. You just look straight ahead, target the star where you want to go, lifting the feet and moving. Obviously at some point, there will be a step or a stone, that it take the feet. But there are disinfectants, bandages ... Yes, yes, I swear ... There's even walls where the stones are sealed ... But hey, you know it ... We may even laugh ... It's like the stars, they are not all hooked ... Y has that can take off ... Look at you ... You just put them in the sky so they shine brighter when you have them between your fingers. Yes, I know ... But you know, it's never a tattoo, just a decal Malabar ... It's part after a few washings.
No, really, I know not the best way to walk ... But I just want to move forward and bring with me what I think that counts ... And you count a bit ... It's not just words.

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Catfish Black With White Spots

you remember, you? Remember it myself ... A vague idea, a vague idea, a fuzzy distance, the breeze veered into madness, something a child with a heavy heart but I know how.

Do you remember? I remember piling into small drops. In short minutes, a few seconds shatter hours. I remember ... there was no wind but you were there. You remember this future, this note we do not promise, for it takes the space of eternity?

You remember this game when we hid in the open, with rifle in to the glasses.

's it. Remember me more ... Tower of the jar. More glass and the green color hope.

remember you worry that you might get past the border? You'll remember, huh?

Tell me

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Travelling back before I dream of nothing

I dream of nothing. I have butterflies wings before vermilion eyes, dark thoughts for two. I had a baby to share with you, but I ... Do not worry, it's nothing ... Will a good kid or a clueless whore for adoption. No, you see, it stopped dreaming is finished turn on the carousel of life on your pony misery. You think about what, where now? Dreamed of you who do nothing, which was just live your destiny. With your crocodile tears that I wiped each time I sprayed a mist of rain. To hide the absence, silence and perhaps death. Yes, perhaps death, surely not ... After you remember anymore.
So you see, I do not dream about anything, I did survive only through words that are written by ourselves like this and like that, it may well be. I tell you this but you do not care. You've regained your ghetto, you end up messing up the wings that had you in the back.
So you see, close your eyes, go to sleep ... Tighten your Winnie against you ... We will meet, probably not to heaven but perhaps in hell.
So you see, turn out the light that is not lower eyelids, leaving me a trail of blood, a wave of scent on my sheets. Leave me alone.
Of all the ways we find to love or make war.

Tilou Orleans, March 11, 2007

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Come

I want to tear your childhood dreams
I want your hands off the glass I want to take your
clouds
On the Place de Greve
An angel without destiny is no longer an angel
An angel who feels his end
It has more light in his eyes boyish

Why So here I would take you by the hand
T take him to see the sea and lose yourself in
I want to drown in these waters
I want to take away everything that is not beautiful I want to send you
see stars
Y will surely one for you The
mine, I lost
And I've found you So come

Grab your pencil
And just draw a new Milky Way
Let the paper fly
I want to take you in a prose that you
not know I want to learn watching life through
I want and I do not want to be down
word I want to finish this text, it goes out
Yet he will have
So come on, we will be silent
is not going to say
our words are going to forget our troubles
We will intersperse our texts
We will mix our tears
and recreate the sea
When we can come back there
This country where we thought we would not return
So come, we'll scratch our silences
So come on, let's go?

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Children's nothing

To these children nothing
At these toddlers destiny
To these kids the summer
That sweeps in the fall
At these angels suicide
When Leaves

They smell of wet
From what the storm passed
They feel sin
some rotten fruits
The dreams faded
From the desire of boredom

I evil mother so I spread

their lives in front of temples, mosques, churches
In the dense streets, platforms gray
But there's nobody who wants that 'we say
I evil earth yes

They have no right
That in oblivion
And it was not you
Who will say no or yes

write their dreams
Under the lies
the origins of their lives
I write, j'éponge
These nonsense
And I extend
Just their "if"

I seasick
When I write
I do not forget your mothers
I failed
I the evil of this earth
To my underworld registered

would have been paradise
But paradise
For other
Those without envy
My words are left unsaid
My words are not yours

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Yours

This morning, I'm tired.
And I'm here and I am writing to you,
the child I did not,
the child that I designed
in my dreams and that belly that it is finished.
I write to you the words that I could not tell you when you're gone. Surely you would
not understood,
you who was an amalgam of cells, too small,
designed in an episode of life pink.
It was not really wanted but who really knows?
This morning, I guess you decided to stay,
history to this small stretch of road with her
and maybe with me.
Yes, I know,
all this was not really beautiful but who knows.
I would have told you that your Mom was even prettier
fucking his little miseries.
It would have given you all, perhaps
upside surely.
I should have said we do not control anything, not even
his own life.
It just goes along and struggle. We live
is fashionable, somehow.
Maybe that's what did you not want to end
account ... So I write this farewell
and I send it to the sea that will take her far from me, but we
must be close to your star.
This morning, I'm tired
because you've never been there
but I say it is perhaps better
if not well.
Be sure of one thing: I will keep you, like your mother, for
always in me.

Tilou Orleans, March 2, 2007

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Do not tell

Placebo - Protect Me (live in Bercy)
sent crazysamm

Do not tell, do not tell person ... But I think I never think of my life and yours. You who remind me so many moments of madness, moments of happiness and hours of waiting. It's not my fault exactly, my life is just made of these seeds minute. It's not my fault if my brain derailed as it's not your fault you if your faults, you do not see them. It's like mine ... Even if you do not think so. So do not say, as I will not say "I love you" like the first time.

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7 Year Old With Pain In Legs

At the dawn of morning, the child looks at the sea
The rising tide of light
And the concrete walls
s Clouds 'go in
By pulling the background stars
Looks like he will make clear
may be on the horizon

The child picks up the pieces of plaster
to Torn walls without foundation
The slips into his pocket
Like candy
"It will be tomorrow morning" to him

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is to silence to say .... Psychotropic

I would say. But ultimately, I'll shut up. There are so many reasons why you still accounts for me, so much suffering for which you haunt me more than once. I'd like to say but words do not come. Looks like I'm more healthy saliva. I have poison in my veins. So is it worth me decide? I want to tell you but ultimately, it is the silence to say that I loved you, you hurt me but only as crazy as it sounds, I want you, Whatever ... I love you.

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HICS

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in petrol fumes and alcohol
In the smoke that sticks flabby,
There's joy, penalties immolate,
It makes spots, halos;

We sailed well in the bitter HICS,
When the sea comes home in this music
Empty Child estuary wanton
Then divided into the sad tropics

is not our war for tragic
That turns into madness psychiatric
Filling of land needs phallic;

When today is far removed from yesterday And
Runs in a river, carrying along the
magical memories.

. Tilou.

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Your tagada

Sea effluvium
has bubbled by heart
Smells effort love
In body for hours
Do not forget your pill
On the way back
Otherwise it will bubble
Who will be no soap
Yet it would have a bitter taste

You can all me blame
Even if your misery
the point of no return
I have nothing more to do
Let your lies
In my portmanteau hung
And while I think
If you I could spin
Your tagada embryonic

filerai I will plan to return
thereby
Since you forgot
What was here
Let was lovers
Etale well your mascara
believed you got a little cry
It will make a point less
But have you ever won ...

...

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Sore

Mom, Mom, Tell me why
boats
They run backwards
Why Sea
She cares
She spits out her mother washed

Mom, Mom
Tell me why ships
They have no desire to resume From
bitter

Draw a line
dotted
Turn eyes

Murder sensations
Newly born

To your heart bruised
To your heart murderer

You have violated your heart
Violating our newborn
You who thought blade sea
What had no desire to Mom



And I push my glasses up your feet

To to walk over
Or you fall to earth

Y always has good and bad
You who look at the world With your eyes
adolescents
You think you're a woman
even a flame
Just a girl's nothing bashful

You who rubs salt into your wound

And forget you prefer not heal
you prefer to navigate through
Of your sails hoisted upside

And you will see my mother
superficial
All words in this mess
In this orgy of gall
Whether you love so much


You'll have everything explode
blood in your womb
And we will throw these flesh
In bowl toilets
Nobody has nothing to Not even you do

Since everyone wants to forget
Stop squawking about love

Bury Life
And live peacefully our dead

Tilou, February 23, 2007

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Sometimes mother really ....

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You know, I Caro
lines sometimes, but not words
I sometimes notes but not the piano
You know sometimes I
the heart but not the brain
I sometimes signs but nothing beats
Your body cello
Your breasts plural notes
Your mouth is silent
Even the story is not beautiful
Even it is full of gall
You're not my child
But you're my child short
You hate me, I know
But I, what have I done?
Remember this night misery
You were only to make or break
To not lie to me
To not vomit
I saw her face full of blood
Days, nights, dreams during
Yet
I can not really
From not feel you as before
Because you know now, I sometimes
gestures but not love,
I sometimes envy but not gestures,
Sometimes I love that has been downloading, I have my
nothing forever
I have this emptiness in me, none of this desire
So you see, Caro
my saying that we should not return ...
...
So you know, Caro
I'm leaving without saying a word


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season .... More I can make thee yield thy

source: Philippe De Jonckheere


is still the night is coming black repaint the walls that we wanted white
is still nothing that suspends the hope for a tomorrow that we wanted singing
We would have liked to undo our chains or learn to fly
We would gladly do what he had to relearn to dream
We would have shot this shyness that leads us to hide
We could put in the closet this illusory hope that we chained
You never understand how it all walk
It claimed thousands of terminals and one walks
We stop at a station but it was decommissioned
You are told that the bus no longer goes by, it's been years
You are told it is good to dream but not too
What if you fall from high
But they will say that anyway
We already have the back ground
So no matter if Now, we must kill
We understand that here, do not steal
So it matters little now there are no more season


Tilou, February 22, 2007: '(

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me

The months pass and they are like the days they look alike ... And
me, I feel like a wreck
My heart sways, which clings to other
And I do not know where I go, it seems
Looks like my head, time does the lava
As if your wounds I wanted to keep them as ours

And tonight, I'm in front of that piece of paper
A note with my tears, the impossible to scream
No I do not hate you, I do not hate you
I want to write, putting words in my
The unspeakable that we will never shirk
I want to see you and hold you in my arms
Be the blotter of your madness and your troubles
I want to stay a part of you

The months they spend
They weary me
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy
me as I was a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself

And tonight, the ink has been spilled
On the book which records
All I've ever had
Neither the courage, or rabies
to put here or there, where it rained
And the clouds came back

The months they spend
They me tired
is your image that embraces me
I can make thee yield thy me
I was like a part of you
Without you, I'm not myself

Tilou

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