Comme une pub de carte de crédit....

Se réveiller en sachant que le monde nous appartient: Priceless.

And I've never met anyone quite like you before

Heaven
A gateway to hope
Just like a feeling
I need, it's no joke

And though it hurts me
To see you this way
Betrayed by words
I'd never heard
Too hard to say them

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

Oh it's the last time, it's the last time
Oh it's the last time, it's the last time

Each way I turn
I know I'll always try
To break the circle
That has been placed round me

From time to time
I find I lost
Some meaning
That was urgent
To myself
I do believe

Oh, up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

Oh it's the last time, it's the last time
Oh it's the last time, it's the last time

And I've never met anyone quite like you before
And I've never met anyone quite like you before

And I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh, up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

And I've never met anyone quite like you before
Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone; find my soul as I go home

(Moby, Temptation, 2005)

C'est dans ces moments-là que je voudrais pouvoir t'écrire, ou sauter dans un taxi et me jeter dans tes bras.

Ces instants d'ivresse solitaire.
Ces secondes de noirceur entre le salon et la chambre à coucher.
Ces vagues de chaleur à vous dérouter les sens.

Je voudrais me coller contre ton dos. Poser ma tête sur ton épaule. Couvrir ta nuque de mille baisers.
Je voudrais être saoule de ton odeur et non d'un Cabernet bon marché.

Mais tout ça ne m'appartient pas.

Et tu n'es même pas au bout de mes doigts.

Quand on a envie -et besoin- de sucre, il est bien inutile d'utiliser du Splenda.
On ne peut être que déçu.

Sans parler du mauvais goût que cela laisse sur le bout de la langue.

All day long

Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name

Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Whats My Name, Whats My Name


I Heard You Good With Them Soft Lips
Yeah You Know Word Of Mouth
The Square Root Of 69 Is 8 Something
Right Cuz I’ve Been Tryna Work It Out, Oooow
Good Weed, White Wine
Uh, I Come Alive In The Night Time
Okay, Away We Go
Only Thing We Have On Is The Radio-oh
Let It Play, Say You Gotta Leave
But I Know You Wanna Stay
You Just Waiting On The Traffic Jam To Finish Girl
The Things That We Could Do In Twenty Minutes Girl
Say My Name, Say My Name
Wear It Out, Its Getting Hot, Crack A Window, Air It Out
I Can Get You Through A Mighty Long Day
Soon As You Go, The Text That I Write Is Gon Say…


Not Everybody Knows How To Work My Body
Knows How To Make Me Want It
But Boy You Stay Up On It
You Got That Something That Keeps Me So Off Balance
Baby You’re A Challenge, Lets Explore Your Talent


Hey Boy I Really Wanna See If You Can Go Downtown With A Girl Like Me
Hey Boy, I Really Wanna Be With You
Cause Your Just My Type
Ooh Na Na Na Na
I Need A Boy To Take It Over
Looking For A Girl To Put You Over, Uh
Oooooh, Oooooh

Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Whats My Name, Whats My Name


Baby You Got Me, And Aint Nowhere That I’d Be
Then With Your Arms Around Me
Back And Forth You Rock Me Yeah
So I Surrender, To Every Word You Whisper
Every Door You Enter, I Will Let You In


You’re So Amazing, You Took The Time To Figure Me Out
Thats Why You Take Me, Way Past The Point Of Turning Me On
You Bout To Break Me, I Swear You Got Me Losing My Mind

Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name

Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Ooh Na Na, What’s My Name
Whats My Name, Whats My Name

Instantanéité

Je sais qu'à ce moment précis, vous lisez mes mots.

Cette pensée est à la fois délicieuse et effrayante.

Et il y a aussi ces coups de fil rassurants.

Ces sourires dans la voix.

Et le printemps qui chante ce matin.

Come sail away

Il y a ce masochisme adolescent qui nous fait regarder des films déprimants alors que notre moral vient déjà d'être attaqué.

Ces chansons envoutantes qui nous donnent envie de fermer les yeux et de réécrire notre vie.

Ce cœur qui ne veut pas cesser d'accélérer.
Cette tête qui tourne.

Ces déceptions qu'on voudrait noyer.

Marchant tranquillement sur le chemin du retour, j'observais avec délectation la neige recouvrir l'empreinte de mes pas.
Et je constatais tristement que cette journée aurait été idéale pour t'apprendre à faire des anges.