Have some will, have some ambition. Good job mate: you've just become a Bomb!

"One day, may I feel nostalgic about memories we shared, wherever it was, whenever it was.
Whether we felt sad or happy, I do not care. What matters to me is that this moment only belongs to us.
One day, may I realize how lucky I've been to get to know you and share with you those strong feelings.
One day, may I find back an old phone number and hear a familiar voice. And let us allow our tears to fall on the ground, as we realize how much we missed each others. And let us let our joyce explode in front of the coffee shop, the warm drink being the symbole of the shinning of our souls."

(written while listenning to "How deep is your love" - The Bee Jees and "Reasons" - Earth, Wind and Fire)

... something that could be done
at no time but at night
when our eyes shut tight
and we dive down...
Into Ourselves

So we met again.
So I feared. So I felt. So I laughted.
So we talked.
So I understood.

Is it a coincidence that I met you there? Just when I understood the meaning of those word.
arukeru, hitoridemo. "I can walk on my own."


Karenai Hana / The Unwithering Flower

Kokoro ni, chiisana, hana ga, saiteru, / A small flower is blooming inside my heart,
Kimi kara, moratta, karenai hana ga, / The unwithering flower you gave to me,
Shinjiru koto mo, kowagaranai kurai, / I was able to believe strongly enough in myself,
Tsuyoku nareta kara... / So I'm not afraid anymore...

* Kimi ni aete, ureshikatta... / * I was happy meeting you,
Tsunaida te ga, hokoridatta, / And proud of our holding hands,
Ima wa, betsubetsu no sora, miagete itemo, / Even though we look up to different skies now,
Hora, arukeru...hitori demo... / See? I can walk on my own now...

Kanashii, toki hodo, warau, watashi o, / I laugh more during sad times,
Nani mo, iwanai de, daite kureta ne, / To hide the pain I feel inside,
Koori tsuita douaga, sotto hiraku you na, / But you hugged me gently without saying a thing
Sonna, kigashita yo... / I felt as if it were like opening a door frozen in ice...

Kimi ni aete, ureshikatta... / I was happy meeting you,
Kodoku sae mo, wakachi aeta, / Even though I could only share my lonliness,
Ima mo, kono sora no shita, tsunagatte iru to, / Even though we're separated now,
Sou, omoeru...hanarete mo... / I still feel that we're somehow connected under this sky...


Arigato mo, ienakatta... / I didn't say thank you...
Yakusoku sae, dekinakatta, / I couldn't even promise...
Dakedo, ano hi to onaji, kaze ga fuitara, / However, like on that day, if the wind blows
Mata, kanarazu...aeru yo ne... / Then I know we will surely meet again...

"He was playing the guitar in the street. People were just passing by, not even glacing at him. I don't know what made me stop walking to listen to him.
He wasn't exceptional, just an old man. Neither more nor less. His clothes were dirty and his face looked both tired and tensed. He hadn't shaved for days. Sun glasses on his eyes, he was playing and singing lightly. His voice was soft, full of nostalgy: one could here a hint of sadness that resulted from this sweet melody and his mysterious ton.
The music and his voice rose as the song went on. The rythme got faster, his voice got stronger. Tears were slowly coming down his cheeks.
He began to scream. People stared at him, but he didn't care. He was here for himself, carrying out a battle no one could fight for him.
I don't know how long he stayed there, singing and crying. But he kept on playing all the time.

Finally, he stopped. So I walked over too him him and asked: "Why did you keep on playing while you seemed so sad?"
And he simply answered me: "Because being sad isn't a reason to remain it." And he smiled, before walking away, his guitar under his arm.


I don't know who he was. He didn't look much happier after playing: he just seemed as tired. But I believe he keeps on playing somewhere, fighting against his pain, again and again, and that he won't stop untill his pain is gone."

There is nothing more beautiful than a man crying and singing at the same time.

People change...
Things into which I used believe are now seeming utopic to me...
I reallised, that I couldn't go any further this way...
That's why I decided to...

GET SOME NEW SHOES!!!!!! (This is just way better! =D)

PS: Tiens! Je me sens plus léger! Ca doit être les pompes! (ou les xxx euros partis en fumée: le mystère persiste...)
PPS: Parce qu'il faut quand même un minimum de merde dans chaque blog, autant s'y mettre de suite! ;P

I feel like sleepin forever and ever.
Just pray for me wake up and write something here...

I'm just kidding! I don't like to pray so just don't. Praying ain't useless though and if prayer is one of mankind's many inventions to communicate with spirits and Gods in order to get a piece of advice or borrow their strength, people actually find in prayer a kind of support. Praying relieves them from their fears, doubts, culpabilities and helps them stand proud, believing that they can go further with the new energy that was given to them. They don't realize that if they are succeeding or failing, it's not because Spirits helped or dispited them but because of their own limits they either crossed or were stopped by.

If you need to lure yourself to realize your strength them please do so. There aren't any bad ways to fly: just not flying would be a mistake.

(Again, here it goes
The crazy nigga talks
Got your head spining for
His texts are harcore) <= What the Hell? I feel like Celine Dion tryin to rap mais la je dérape (<= Oh My God!)

C ya
El Nègro


PS: pk l'addresse elnegroone? parce que elnergo était et que elnegro1349191385415494 C dure à retenir. J'ai donc opté pour le Système DriDri (Dédicace aux Lillois! A quand la prochaine Pirogue: je suis en manque de Zazou!): elnegro one (one = 1 en anglais pour les XtrM noobs ^^) mais y a pas d'espace. (pour ceux qui pigent rien relisaient encore un fois le PS. Si au bout de 10 fois vous ne comprenez toujours pas, Félicitation! Vous êtes aptes à devenir le prochain Président Américain!