overage

Dieu • overage



Drink
Get27 / Coca / Whiskey / Eau.
Food
Asiat' / Spaghetti / Macdo.
Movie
LOTR / Fearless / 300 / The Passion of the Christ / Indiana Jones / Johnny Depp's...
Music
Metal: black symphonic, death melodic, doom, power symphonic... / Post-Rock / B.O / Others...
Song
Depends | Actually: Dargaard - Seelenlos
Book
Anne Rice / J.R.R Tolkien / H.P Lovecraft / Stephen King / Mangas.
Person
Opitruffe / Eddy / Cycysoso / Trizboule / Les Grumos / fdp de greco
Player
Mates / walle.
Sport
E-sport.
Game
Counter-strike / DOTA / Poker.
Tv
Animes / Dramas / Series: Dr.House, Dexter, Prison Break, Heroes.
Car
Geekmobile (Renault 21 blanche)
Actor
Johnny Depp / Kate Beckinsale.





leviathan


The Cure - Boys don't cry


I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry





Spleen


Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle
Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;

Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;

Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

Baudelaire, "Les fleurs du mal" LXXVIII.





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