Mont Teide, île de Tenerife, CanariesPhoto gracieusement prêtée par Alexandre.
(Merci Manu d'avoir intercédé).
What can I do, when Red is upcoming ?
What can I do, reaching the dead-end sign ?
What can I say, if blured is everything ?
I still can't see where ends the crying line.
No,
There's more beyond, there's more to see,
There's more to learn from that wreckage,
Keep walking boy, walk to the sea,
give up the South, dance on the edge,
For on the verge, there lays the key,
For in your dance , there sleeps glory,
What you're seeking, what you desire
Will never be, in any "her"
Yes, my Boy,
Unleash your dreams, gather your strength
Nothing's for sure, nothing will stay the same
But what you do and the whole time you spent,
is never lost, should never brings you shame
If something's built, and if that "something"'s you,
You don't need love, you don't need any crew,
Get on your boat, sail to the North,
Make gold of what could be the worst.
This journey's not a way to expiate,
It's a new page whose surface awaits.
No Chapter II, no linked story,
This time you'll write, and you only,
Don't cry my boy, forget the schedule,
Life is never a four-hands novel,
It's a preface, some waiting room,
Straightly leading out of the doom,
A short ballad, until the gate
Opened wide, on your fate
Hope, little boy, hope sincerly,
don't get annoyed by nobody
Hoping's not a crime, it's just human
It's concentrated life, in a metal can,
Walk as you want, and don't forget,
What's your purpose, what's your object,
You're here for joy and not for pain
Bring back souvenirs, but don't get stained
Shoot the people, but don't get shot
You've got to be strong as a rock,
For what's after, for your true love
For this woman you're thinking of
Don't leave your soul, in the Islands,
Your heart belongs, to China's hands.
Août 2007,
Marché artisanal de Chengdu, Province du Sichuan, Chine
La vie comme elle vient ? Non, moi je veux y aller
What can I do, reaching the dead-end sign ?
What can I say, if blured is everything ?
I still can't see where ends the crying line.
No,
There's more beyond, there's more to see,
There's more to learn from that wreckage,
Keep walking boy, walk to the sea,
give up the South, dance on the edge,
For on the verge, there lays the key,
For in your dance , there sleeps glory,
What you're seeking, what you desire
Will never be, in any "her"
Yes, my Boy,
Unleash your dreams, gather your strength
Nothing's for sure, nothing will stay the same
But what you do and the whole time you spent,
is never lost, should never brings you shame
If something's built, and if that "something"'s you,
You don't need love, you don't need any crew,
Get on your boat, sail to the North,
Make gold of what could be the worst.
This journey's not a way to expiate,
It's a new page whose surface awaits.
No Chapter II, no linked story,
This time you'll write, and you only,
Don't cry my boy, forget the schedule,
Life is never a four-hands novel,
It's a preface, some waiting room,
Straightly leading out of the doom,
A short ballad, until the gate
Opened wide, on your fate
Hope, little boy, hope sincerly,
don't get annoyed by nobody
Hoping's not a crime, it's just human
It's concentrated life, in a metal can,
Walk as you want, and don't forget,
What's your purpose, what's your object,
You're here for joy and not for pain
Bring back souvenirs, but don't get stained
Shoot the people, but don't get shot
You've got to be strong as a rock,
For what's after, for your true love
For this woman you're thinking of
Don't leave your soul, in the Islands,
Your heart belongs, to China's hands.
Août 2007,Marché artisanal de Chengdu, Province du Sichuan, Chine
La vie comme elle vient ? Non, moi je veux y aller
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