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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.

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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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 *

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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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.

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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.

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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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

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

Armax Ms Saga A New Dawn

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?

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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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

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

Equivalent 1/4 Shortning To Magarine

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

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/

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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.

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because stand in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/