Monday, June 18, 2012

Thursday, December 29, 2011

La musique est le concert des âmes en quête de vérité.

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Run


Man... probably the most mysterious species on our planet. A mystery of unanswered questions. Who are we ? Where do we come from ? Where are we going ? How do we know what we think we know ? Why do we believe anything at all ? Countless questions in search of an answer. An answer that will give rise to a new question. And the next answer will give rise to the next question and so on. But, in the end, isn't it always the same question ? And always the same answer ?

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Heartlines


Everytime I'm on the edge of sleep,
I can feel my tears drip.
Everytime I'm on the edge of the roof,
I can see my dying youth.
Everytime I'm on the edge of my seat,
I can hear truth I don't admit.
Everytime I'm on the edge of quarrel,
I realize it is going well.
Everytime I'm on the edge of death,
I can say I'll hold my breath.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

I speak because I can


Everybody says time heals everything

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Insane


Life is much the same :
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.
Sometimes bitter.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Say my stupid name















Nous ne désirons pas les choses parce qu'elles sont bonnes, mais nous les déclarons bonnes parce que nous les désirons.
Spinoza